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January 31 comments...You have just got to laugh at the asinine and curious comments that people make to a pregnant woman...what else can you do?
You can tell a person's own body image is pretty much based on the comments they make at this sensitive and critical time in your life - those who have been pregnant more recently - and who are secure with themselves - tell you "you look fabulous!" "I wish that I had looked that good" "you can't even tell your pregnant unless I look right at your belly" "aren't you just the cutest pregant woman?! - I love those people!
Then we have - the others - "Just when I think you can't get any huger...YOU DO!!" (is huger a word?) "You look like you are about to blow at any time!" (what am I? A whale?) "wow, you look like you might explode!" (just watch me if you make that ridiculous remark again) - these are the observations by women who either a) aren't very comfortable with their own bodies b) haven't been pregnant in a long time or c) feel the need to take a stab when they see me in a weakened state - they don't endear themselves to me with their pejorative opinions.
So, the moral of this blog...be nice to pregnant women! We are carrying an entire little person in there and that is pretty freaking amazing!! January 30 My Itty-Bitty BladderThere is nothing quite like the bladder of a pregnant woman - especially when this woman's normal state is like that of a pregnant woman when NOT pregnant! I have been blessed with fabulous kidneys, an unquenchable thirst and and itty-bitty bladder - lucky me :S. I am forever hearing from my step-daughter an incredulous - AGAIN?!! - each time I have to visit the loo - like I'm taking some sort of fabulous vacation in there (every 15 - 30 minutes!). Then there is the dreaded plane flight - do I want the window or the aisle?? The aisle leads to constant bumps and the inconvenience of getting up for those at the window seat - the window seat means that you have to disturb everyone else to get up - so you had better wait it out so as not to perturb those by you too much. So, I take the window and try to hold it until it has become physically impossible and too painful to do so any longer...and once I get up and get to the back and await my turn I hear a slight *tinkle* (ok, just say the word and you'll know the length of time I actually did tinkle). It is amazing how those 2 teaspoons of urine were pressing on my itty-bitty pregnant bladder. Contractions make for more wonderful potty moments - I thought that my baby was merely boring down on my bladder with his little head - getting nice and comfy in there - no, I was told by my midwife - those urgent I-can't-walk-or-I'll-lose-it moments are contractions - and they will happen for the last 4-6 weeks of your pregnancy with increasing frequency - FABULOUS!! Could I just be catheterized - PLEASE??!! pending arrival...Ok, so my well-intentioned-sister Tresann (and I know that she is probably right) thinks that I need to blog and save all of my precious memories...the funny thing is that my excuse not to journal was always that I won't have any posterity - isn't Heavenly Father funny?? He decided to nip that in the bud and I was shocked to find out at the beginning of last summer that I was indeed to have posterity!
Imagine my surprise at the ripe age of 40 and after having tried desperately for YEARS to get pregnant that despite my age, chronic endometriosis and the pill that I was six weeks pregnant - I think that my shock rivals that of Sarah and Abraham (ok, I did fall on my face, but I wasn't exactly laughing!)
My little man (it may be a girl, although I am somehow convinced that it isn't) is due to appear at any time...how scary is that?!
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