Tuesday, May 19, 2009
About 6 weeks ago, Michael and I took a little trip down to Venice Beach in Southern California. We walked the famous (infamous?) sidewalk, eyeing all the interesting people and their wares for sale. After about 1 mile of walking in my flip-flops, my feet were KILLING me! Even worse was we had to walk all the way back. My feet basically didn't recover for weeks. That is until my mom bought me a new pair of flip-flops: enter Earth Exer-Fit divine-creations-from-heaven. I admit, they aren't the coolest looking shoes in the world, but that hasn't stopped me from wearing them EVERY day! I even wore them to a wedding we shot last weekend. (Normally, I wouldn't do this, but since the groom was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, I felt at ease expressing my own comfortable-sensibilities.) Here's to Earth shoes, my new love! (I wonder if I can get sponsored by them? Would the sponsorship run out when I cease to be pregnant?)
I continue to feel great! My back doesn't ache, I am able to sleep fairly well, I feel rested, I'm not grumpy, I'm eating well, I don't have to pee every 20 minutes, and I can still see my toes! I don't even know I am pregnant except for when I feel a little kick on my bladder or some other internal organ! She is moving around a lot, and now that she is bigger, when she kicks it hurts sometimes! That is my biggest complaint, the jabs her growing body is able to perform on my insides. It is really fun being able to see her move from the outside though. Sometimes, I will find myself just staring at my own belly, totally entertained, watching her make shapes and deform the round circle of my abdomen.
I didn't really know how to take Mother's Day. People began calling, texting, even sent letters, but I felt like a sort of fraud. Am I really a mother yet? I haven't really done anything but let this little pea inside me grow. Does that count?
Even though I don't think I've been through the war that makes me worthy to be awarded mother day praise, I do know enough about fostering a child to already be ever-more indebted to my mothers (Peggy-biological, grandmas, mother-in-law, etc.), but especially the one who carried me in her womb. So, once again, thank you mom for all you did for me, have done for me, and will do for me. I love you!
So here's to all the "real" mothers!
Monday, May 4, 2009
While in Fresno, Michael pulled me outside one evening onto the glorious street in front of my parent's house. Though the scenery wasn't exactly stunning, it was fun having pictures taken of me - expressly because of my big belly.
Seriously, one of the best things about being pregnant is not having to suck-it-in anymore. The day I found out I was pregnant, I was like "Woo hoo, now I can let it hang out" even though the baby was only the size of a blueberry at that time!