...you evaluate dinner options based on heartburn potential. Mexican or a salad? I won't taste the salad all night...
...in your purse, you have crackers, juice, sugar-free candy, tums, vitamins, and colace. Must be prepared.
...you shave your legs for your doctor's appointments and pedicures...not so much for the husband.
...you don't care what fashionable footwear is anymore...its all about the comfort.
...you have sudden "nesting" urges. Seriously, the curtains must be washed, dried, ironed, and re-hung... today. And have you ever noticed the dust bunnies under the couch, honey? And I was thinking that I'd like you to put closet organizers in all of the closets this weekend.
...people start asking you when your baby is due [prior to this point where it is painfully obvious that you are having a baby, people are uncertain whether you are pregnant or fat].
...you pee just before you crawl into bed, wake up at least twice through the night to pee again, and then need to pee first thing when you wake up in the morning. And you have fantasies about being able to go 3 hours between potty breaks after the baby is born.
...needles don't make you wince anymore. After all, you are like a human pincushion at each doctor appointment anyway. You need more blood? Here. I need a shot in my hip? Bring it.
...you start thinking of ways you can induce labor upon yourself early. Anyone up for jogging this coming March?
...you pay someone to paint your toenails. Would you want to bend over and essentially shove a human into your ribcage? Yeah, me neither!
...you can't decide if a hot bath is worth the effort of trying to haul yourself out of the bathtub afterward. Eh, probably not.
...you've trained your toddler to pick up things you drop on the floor. Savannah, come here a minute. I dropped my keys again. Can you hand that to mommy?
...you sleep with four pillows. One to support your head, the rest to support your hips, belly, and back. No room for you honey? Sorry, should've thought of that a few months ago.
...you can't wait to hold a sweet little girl in your arms and know that she was worth every minute of discomfort. Love you already, Brooklyn!
3 comments:
ha, ha, I loved it! I was especially glad to know that I'm not the only one who doesn't make shaving a priority in the 3rd trimester and gladly utilizes child labor to get out of bending over to pick things up :)
Haha great! I definitely remember those things, and they fade so quickly after that little girl is placed in your arms!!
Lauren, that was too funny!! I needed a good laugh and definitely got one from this post!
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