Watch Out!

We'll start out this post with a few cute pictures of the kiddos.

Just a reminder as to why women endure pregnancy - :)

I love these little humans!!

The third tri-mester is the killer in my life.

I have to constantly remind myself to

CONTROL MY THOUGHTS.

Be kind. Be kind. Be kind.

I truly had to refrain the other day from making an "I was dumb today" badge to hand out to the thoughtful souls around me.

I was in the check out line with my cart full of children and groceries when the checker asked me how far along I was.

I graciously supplied the appropriate information -

and her reply was...

"Oh. Yeah. I guess you look good."

You guess I look good?

Well - I guess.... that YOU WERE DUMB TODAY.

And now you will receive a badge stating just that.

Because I am a woman that thinks about making badges. :)

p.s.....I will never admit that again. :)

I know I am being sensitive -

and Mom I don't really think she is dumb. Just completely unaware of how her statement may affect a woman who is expecting.

My third trimester I get huge.

Huge, huge, huge.

And this is when the questions begin.

"When are you due? Really, 2 1/2 more months? Wow. Seriously?"

Tell me about it. I look down and think the same thing.

I can whine a bit right?

I really am thankful and blessed that my body is capable of carrying wonderfully, healthy babies that I love to pieces.

I just have to try and remind myself of that every time I am tempted to hand out an, "I was dumb today" badge to a poor unsuspecting commenter.

The good news is -

it is Girl Scout Cookie Season!

So hurrah for Thin Mints - and the box I ate today... in one sitting... after 7 people at church were astounded that I still had ten weeks left in my pregnancy. :)

Two more things and then we'll end this prego post:

My laundry is getting done everyday because I am in love with my laundry detergent smell. Gosh, the happiness that it brings. Also, my skin is so extra soft. Especially my face. My skin clears up completely when I am pregnant, which is a delight.

When The Beloved is in need of a little uplifting I tell him that he should go and smell the freshly washed comforter in the laundry room. 

After he declines that marvelous suggestion, I inquire as to whether or not he'd like to feel my face - because it is so soft and glorious- but so far he doesn't seem sold on either offer. Odd.

He is really missing out on the greater joys in life. :)  Poor guy.

P.S. THE BELOVED IS GROUNDED!

After much pressure he convinced me to get on the scale the other day.

I weigh more this pregnancy than ever before, and although I am glad I am gaining weight and not losing it, I find it a tad depressing to look at the numbers on the scale.

The Beloved likes to play this game where he guesses how much I weigh. It's awesome.

Right.

 So, he knowingly over guessed - to which I responded - I have never weighed that much in my whole life!

So I get on the scale to prove it, but the numbers that appeared prove that his guess was almost exact.

I stared down at the numbers in shock. How could this be? I just went to the doctor two weeks ago. How did I gain twenty lbs in two weeks?

I didn't speak.

I just stared down at the weight listed below like a deer in the headlights.

Then I heard The Beloved laughing hysterically.

I looked back and finally noticed his foot pressing down on the scale behind me - adding 20 extra lbs to my total.

Rude. :)

I was relieved...

but I had to smell a lot of clean laundry after that. :)