Tuesday, January 15, 2013

things i miss

big hello to 33 weeks pregnant.

that's...

           ... 231 days
           ... 5544 hours
           ... approximately 332640 minutes, you know, give or take

but who's counting right?

(big thanks to google converter for helping me out there)

and you know what? there are a whole lot of things that i am finding my self daydreaming about, and looking forward to once this kid is out of my belly.

oh and while we are on the subject of belly, check this out...


helloooooooo big round belly

so yes, i have hit that stage of pregnancy. the one where even if you have had close to the easiest pregnancy ever, you still covet everything about your life/body before there was a tiny little human inside of you that insists your rib cage is only there to be his own personal xylophone. 

i know, who knew?

and the little sucker is even showing some attitude! not only will he no longer budge when i try to push him down, and cut off all the xylophone playing time he is currently enjoying, he has actually started to kick back out at me. what a little stinker he is! 

although, i have no one else to blame but myself for the lovely stubborn gene that is kicking back out at me. 

now i do love the fact that i can feel (and see) him moving, and feel his tiny little hiccups multiple times a day, but there needs to be some kind of off switch when 2:30 am rolls around and it's like richard simmons decided to hop on in there and get his groove on. 

so needless to say sleep is topping my list of things i miss lately. 

you know, i can handle the odd strangers hand on my belly, even the odd horror labor story, but when every man, women, and child is telling me that i better "get all the sleep i can now", it really strikes a nerve with me. i know they mean well, but you know what? telling a 7 and a half month pregnant lady to get sleep is like telling the titanic not to sink, after it hit the iceberg. it just ain't happenin'. 

and i am fully aware that once he is born it won't get any better, and possibly only worse. it's just that the time for that little tid bit of inspiration to be of any use has already gone rip roaring right on past. the people who need to be told to get lots of sleep now are those between the ages of 13-17/18, or rather kids in middle/high school. because you know what once you graduate high school you go off the college, and that's nothing but late nights, of studying (...obviously...) then long days of school, homework, and more studying... (right?) or if you decide to go into the work force, guess what? you actually have to get up earlier then you did when you were in school. you will notice that i am not acknowledging the (insert a more appropriate word then i would use) of the world who decided to do nothing with their lives and deposit a welfare cheque into their bank account that was withdrawn from my pay cheque, but that's a whole other subject. 

anyway, sleep. 

it isn't happening, isn't going to happen, so just stop it.

another thing that has become distant memory? 

bending over. 

it has now become this awkward wide leg sumo wrestler stance, leaning to the side thing. go ahead and just picture it, it's real fun. 

it's such a shame too because it has been perfect weather for cute boot wearing, and when you can't actually put on said cute boots, well... life just gets a little gloomy. 

but on the bright side of this gloom, there is this thing called a husband, and you know what he is great for? aside from a good by stander to laugh at the awesome sumo stance, he can put the boots on! 

but sometimes early morning classes get in the way (see the whole no sleeping thing coming into play here) and he can't be there to help me get dressed. so my already limited wardrobe options becomes even smaller. 

he may also have to put my socks on me for me, and that many effect certain outfits that i can or can't wear. 

and lastly, remember about a year ago when i wrote about my favorite pair of jeans? well those jeans have become the object of my deepest desire. i miss them, and my body that could fit into them so perfectly. they have long been packed away, and if i could, i would dig them out of the garbage bag at the back of my storage closet under the stairs, and just stare at them. but for now all i have to cling to is the memory of wearing them, and look forward to the day i can slip the perfectly worn in soft denim on once again. 


only about...

                      ...7 weeks/ 49 days/1176 hours/70560 minutes to go


                      









Wednesday, January 2, 2013

2013

i have never really been the type to make a list of new years resolutions, but i think this year i am going to break that habit and commit myself to one. actually why not be adventurous and go with two.

here goes...

first:
have a baby

second:
keep that baby alive all year long


wish me luck!