I'm so very ready for normal clothes again. So much so that I took full advantage of the 30% and 40% off at Old Navy and Gap online right now in preparation for the muffin-top, though bump-free, days ahead of me. I know that experienced mothers are laughing at me and thinking that there's no way I'll have time to put on anything besides pajamas in the coming weeks. But I just can't see me letting that part of myself go. Also, my sweet husband surprised me with a pair of hot pink Nikes this week to thank me for all the hard work I've done around this place. My excessive fatigue probably has him overestimating the amount of work that's actually getting done...but I'll accept the gift all the same. Thanks, D! I'll let you know whether or not I'm successful at showering and getting dressed on a semi-regular basis once the baby arrives. Or maybe I won't...because if I don't have time to get dressed, I probably won't have time to post on the blog.
Switching gears...one of my fellow pharmacists, Randy, assigned me the nickname 'Slim' months ago when I tried to squeeze through a small space by turning sideways and it only made the situation worse. As the days ticked by, I received more and more exclamations of surprise that I was still showing up to work, coupled with assessments of the size of my belly. Just a few days ago, Randy warned me to not lean too far forward, as I may just tip over. To which I replied, as long as you brought your crane to work today, there shouldn't be any problem getting me back on my feet. I have actually been pretty entertained by all the funny comments about my bodily transformation. My belly is huge and garnishes a lot of attention, which is just part of the package deal when you become pregnant. It's actually something to marvel at- how the human body can change so drastically in a relatively short amount of time. So here it is for you to assess for yourself. A 38 week and some days pregnant lady with what is to believed to be a hefty baby growing in there. I know I'm in the home stretch now that most of my maternity shirts even fail at completely covering my belly.
Dylan and I made the most of this past weekend together by making big breakfasts, having lazy mornings, getting some exercise, meeting up with our friends for a Saturday happy hour, watching movies (both at home and in the theater), and having dinner with our friend Ted, who is in town for training. We watched 10 Years, a low budget film with a great cast, which we both really liked. We also saw The Spectacular Now at the Camelview Theater. I think low budget indie films are just my kind of thing. Our leisurely weekends are quickly coming to an end, and I'm so glad we were able to be so self-indulgent with this one. It'll probably be a very long time before I enjoy another pizookie from Oregano's or a movie in the theater.
Which leaves me wanting to share this article with you, I Became a Mother and Died to Live. It's about how it's okay for mothers to mourn their former lives, even though the joy of bringing new life into the world is one of life's greatest pleasures. I'm sure I'll experience the unparalleled joy that people say you can't know until you actually become a parent. But I'll miss the way things were, I'm pretty sure of it, and I'm glad to know that it's okay to feel this way. I know there's no use dwelling on the past, but if you can look back with fond memories and miss the days of yore, then you must've done something right, and so it's not a bad thing to miss your carefree days while simultaneously giving thanks for life's greatest blessing and knowing that the best is ahead.
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