I was going through my old blog this week looking for something specific and found myself really enjoying revisiting my old posts. I've decided to share the occasional tidbit from my previous blogging life, just for kicks.
I think pregnancy always yields some of my best blogging. So here's a post from the tail end of my pregnancy with Baby 2. Also, if you didn't know me in my previous blogging life, I should explain that Stinky was 6 weeks early and I never really got big or uncomfortable with him. Baby 2 ended up being born two days before his due date, which meant I was pregnant for almost a month and a half longer the second time around. It was...special.
Ok technically I'll be full term tomorrow but today is almost over (glory be) so let's just say I'm full term now, k? K.
I'm starting to get legitimately uncomfortable. This is new to me and I'm not real excited about it, especially since at my appointment today there were still zero signs that my body is ever planning on expelling this child and that means I could still be pregnant for five more weeks. FIVE. I might die. I've had a hard time finding enough things to fill my gratitude journal quota each day this week. I just keep thinking, "I'm FAT. I will be pregnant forEVER. I want CAKE." And then there is no cake. And I feel as though life is bleak and not really worth living because WHY is there no cake??
And then I usually throw my huge self at Aaron and whimper about cake for a few minutes while he sits there and awkwardly pats my back because DON'T ANGER THE PREGNANT WOMAN JUST MAKE COMFORTING NOISES AND SCRATCH HER BACK AND MAYBE SHE'LL GO AWAY. Plus he's weird and doesn't even care for cake all that much so he can't really relate to what I'm going through.
Have I mentioned that I'm sick? Or have allergies? Or something? Because I am. Or do. Or something. And I'm pretty sure that it should be illegal to get sick when you're 9 months pregnant except I'm not real sure who to take that petition to. But once I figure it out, boy howdy. Watch out. Unless I've gone into labor by then in which case I'll probably have forgotten all about it.
I will admit, though, that my house is clean and I reached my 2-weeks-of-dinners-in-the-freezer goal. I am Superwoman. I may be a really fat Superwoman who just spent 30 minutes fishing all the brownie bits out of a pint of Ben & Jerry's Brownie Cheesecake ice cream because it's kind of like cake, but still Superwoman.