...that last three weeks of pregnancy. That last stretch where you wish to be just about anything but still pregnant. Where you have 4 things that still fit on Tuesday, only to put them on, on Wednesday to discover that the number has just dropped to 3. Sometimes I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and all I can drum up is, "Oh. My. Gosh."
My mom used to be the BEST at pinching with her toes. Like it could make you cry. Lately I have been wishing that I had inherited this obscure talent. I find myself trying a lot to pick things up with my toes, because often times it is easier to spend 4 minutes trying to pick something up with my foot than bending over to get it.
And then I got the stomach flu last night. The only thing worse than throwing up is throwing up when you're 9 months pregnant. I thought it would be fair of my body to at least let the barfing throw me into labor, but no such luck yet. Fortuntately, I do have a husband and even a daughter taking good care of me.
And don't think I have lost perspective. I know enduring this last month is a small price to pay for the blessing of the new baby that is so soon to arrive. Tessa's birth stands out as one of the most, if not the most special, spiritual wonderful days of mine and Wade's lives. Few things bring heaven closer to earth than a baby that just left there. I can't wait to meet BBH (baby boy Hunt...for those of you trying to guess his name...join the club). To see how he differs from his sister, to see the similiarities, for the fire that ignites me to be my absolute best person, for this new little person. Plus, I have been in major nesting mode, and that is a great place to be. My dad would beam at the amount of "stuff" I have purged at Goodwill.
So come on little dude, you now have sufficient blue things to wear, a clean place to sleep, a family eagerly awaiting your arrival. If you wanted to cut your mama some slack and make an early appearence, I would love you all the more :)
7 comments:
sister, you threw me for a loop with all this pink going on! I'm sorry you feel crummy, please at least tell me that the black velour still fits! I can't wait until the little guy gets here, I'll start praying for contractions.
Oh man I feel for ya.... Ditto to everything you said except i'm having a girl not a boy. 2 weeks more for me!
Cute new blog. I am SO sorry you are sick! Do you need me to come right away? Wade wouldn't mind if I was there for three weeks would he? HA! Hope you are feeling better soon. Oh, on the toe thing... one toe has to go forward, the others, back. Not sideways. Get it?
HOORAY! doc said I could have my baby today if I wanted. I opted out because I still feel a few things need to be done. Like my hair:) Next week it is though! Good luck you guys.
oh i so know the feeling. i remember getting so mad when i would walk in and see another pair of antons socks on the ground. i couldn't bend down that far! i would curse him under my breath! i am so excited (that is an understatement) that BBH is on his way.
Now, about my California trip. I want to see you and Tess and BBH. Will you email me your number?! We must make it happen!
good luck!! hope next time you blog, it is about the newest addition!
SO SORRY! You are sick! That hurts so bad when you are prego! For the record, IF I am ever pregnant again I will probably wear suspenders the last trimester because Nothing made me more irritated than ever time I would bend down having to pull my pants up , tuck in, and readjust all 75 layers that kept my fat pregnant body covered! So I to think that some toe talent would have come in handy!
Sending you some quick get well wishes!
I can totally give a testimonial on the toe talent. It is a beautiful thing. I have saved myself hours of bending over because of this gift. My husband thinks it's weird, but I think it's wonderful! Hang in there and good luck!
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