First, let me apologize. I have gotten a few messages from my readers wondering if everything is going well with my pregnancy, or if something awful happened because I've been quiet and haven't been making any posts. Everything is fine. Shelby is still growing and flurishing. I've just been a little...lost. Unmotivated. And Exhausted.
Of course there are those little monumental moments during pregnancy that everyone talks about. You know, hearing the heartbeat for the first time, feeling the baby move, SEEING the baby move, etc. These are all magical things that happen during the nine months a mom bakes her little bun, but what no one talks about are the other monumental moments that take place during pregnancy. Like when your husband tells you, “your belly finally comes out farther than your boobs” or the more humiliating and embarassing moments like the first time you sneeze and pee a little…
Pregnancy is a beautiful thing...a very uncomfortable and at times awkward experience, but beautiful none-the- less...and hard. Pregnancy is hard.
I'm sure there are some moms out there who would wholeheartedly disagree, saying that pregnancy was realitively easy for them. While this may be true for some, for most, it's not all rainbows and unicorns.
Let's get one thing clear; I am THRILLED to be pregnant. I am over the moon to be able to carry and nurture our little girl until she is ready to make her appearance into this messed up, but still beautiful world. I don't, however, enjoy all the little quirks and blunders that come with pregnancy, and despite what some may say, or think, not enjoying pregnancy is allowed. You don't have to LOVE being pregnant to be a good mom or deserving of a baby. My love for my daughter far outweighs the icky feelings I have about being pregnant. So, if your going to message me or comment on this post with negative, unsupportive comments save yourself the trouble, and time, and just skip the comment section all together. Tolls are not welcome here and will not be tolerated...or acknowlegded.
Before getting pregnant I was like most other women: I thought about a cute baby bump, the ability to eat whatever I wanted (within reason) and not feel guilty about an extra pound or two, and the ability to wear slippers to my 8 to 5 because nothing else fit! Now, 7 months pregnant, my baby bump is more uncomfortable and awkward than cute, and my mood and emotions are like a being on a wooden roller coaster without a seat-belt. Dangerous, very dangerous!
Being 5'2" with a short torso, sitting is pretty much out of the question 90% of the time. Sitting limits the amount of space little Shelby has to bounce around or swim between my uterine walls like the girl in the YouTube video below. In fact, if I'm sitting, the most comfortable way for me to do so is by sitting as straight as I can giving her as much room as possible. Picture a log...sitting at a desk...that's me for 7 hours a day.
And lets talk about the emotions! Man! I don't even feel like myself anymore. I am not a crier, but this chick has taken to crying over the simpliest of things; like not being able to get a sock on. Bendings not impossible, but when the socks are tube socks and the neck is kind of tight, you end up falling over and crying because the sock is still not on your foot.
Or, you cry because the soup you were craving all morning ends up tasting like rotten eggs and spoiled milk. Yum.
Or because you're in Target to buy a new microwave and you can't get the box into the cart. So you cry. In the middle of the store, in the middle of an aisle. *Face palm*
Not only does pregnancy change your physical body, but it changes your mental and emotional person too. I love writing. It's a passion and a dream I hope to one day turn into a career, but slap a bun in my oven and suddenly it's like putting words to paper is more ellusive than finding Big Foot or a the Loch Ness Monster. This is the first time I've written in months. I haven't picked up my oil pastels, or really been reading as actively as I use to either. When you become pregnant, everything changes. EVERYTHING!
Things you wouldn't think twice about buying, like a pair of really comfortable and fluffy winter socks, suddenly becomes $5 you could probably really use towards formula or diapers when the baby comes. It's just $5, but it's not about you anymore. You have a baby counting on you to provide for them, so that $5 seems like it's much better off sitting in the bank until your little bundle arrives.
This is me at 29 weeks. Puffy face, swollen fingers and all. I've remained pretty active thus far. My famous line being "I'm pregnant, not dead." Shelby likes to be moving. If I sit down or take a few minutes to relax, she starts kicking and punching like she's attempting to win an MMA match. Sometimes, I'm surprised I don't have pucnture wounds in my tummy from where little hands and legs have poked through. She's definitely a strong little bugger, determined, just like her mom.
73 more days until we reach our due date!
The more and more I see on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and any other social media related account, the more I am realizing Donald Trump is not the issue. The issue is an abundance of ignorant, nonsensical, delusional and self-righteous individuals who feel the need to be belligerent, out-of-control and immature loose cannons. Did I vote for Trump, no. Do I agree or condone many of the remarks and bigotry statements that came land sliding out of his mouth, absolutely not. BUT regardless of what was said, he is the next president of the United States…though, I am not too sure how much of this nation can still be described using the term “united?”
My husband didn’t understand why I was upset by the outcome of the election. It was, and is not, because the candidate I thought fit was not elected, but rather I feared the verbal garbage spewed by Trump during his campaign would only serve as fuel for those lacking a moral compass. Trump was smart, he played his hand well. He said what he knew would gain him votes, also knowing it would fuel rage in others. Regardless of whether or not Mr. Trump’s dialect was true to his views or political standings, the manner and words chosen during his speeches and or debates was ill-mannered and grotesque, and has only provided ignorance with ammo.
Whether you are white, black, Latino, gay, straight, bisexual or any other attribute you identify with, WE ARE ALL PEOPLE, and whether or not you agree or disagree with a political view does NOT give you the right to act as a pompous ass. Learn to hold your tongue, or speak with dignity and intelligence. Name calling is child’s play and makes you look all the more uneducated and pretentious. Share your viewpoint, share your opinion, but do so in a manner that brings credence to your perspective, otherwise your words are empty missiles with meaningless targets.
This is NOT a post to render debate or insight argument. This is a post begging for adults to act like adults. Use your words; meaningful, insightful words. My meager opinion means very little in the scheme of things, but at least I know my opinion was shared with respect and can be taken at face value.
I am so, incredibly disappointed with the current state this country is in and the potty mouths some of my “friends” have. Not to mention the deplorable actions that many of them have partaken in, so very un-American, and just ignorant.