I've been with child, yo. And it's so nice not to be with child anymore. This baby. This baby is perfect and exceptional in every single way. From head to toe perfection. I love him such an infinite amount - I also LOVE that he is out of my body.
I lose myself when I'm pregnant. Not in a depressed way, just a- maybe no one should talk to me way - because I'm probably super irritated by your existence. Isn't that horrible? And really, that's not my natural personality. I love people and I genuinely like most people. But basically everybody I meet for the first time when I'm pregnant is a dingus. And ain't nobody got time for a dingus. I switched hair dressers like three different times when I was pregnant because I was sure they weren't the sharpest tools in the shed.
Shoot... so there's the confession.
Aren't you glad I got my tubes tied so you don't have to see my pregnant self again and wonder what's swarming around in this head? Gosh, it's bad.
I'm super blunt when I'm prego too. Like there's no beating around the bush. And I don't really make excuses for anyone, not even myself. When one of my sisters tried to make me feel better about gaining forty pounds this pregnancy by saying things like, "Well, some really tiny people just gain a lot of weight when they're pregnant. Or women that have had previous babies just gain weight faster..." and lots of other nice things to make me feel good, I said, "I'm pretty sure it's the box of ding dongs I hid in my freezer that I wouldn't share with anyone that got me into this state. Or maybe it's because I eat first and second breakfast, and then first and second lunch?" Ha!
Also, things that once brought me joy don't when I'm pregnant. Like writing. I would think, "Man, I really need to blog." And then I would honestly feel like throwing up. It's the weirdest.
And people in love! Oh, it's the worst. Don't be gushy, lovey, or touchy in front of me when I'm pregnant. In my head I'm like, "That's not love! Being married for fourteen years with seven kids! That's love. Shaving your husband's butt after he has a cyst removed - that's love!" I'm a freaking nut job my friends.
It's hard for me to feel the Spirit when I'm pregnant and I hate that the most.
After our baby was born it was so nice to feel like me again. It was so nice to feel the Spirit, to feel kind, to feel more nurturing, and to feel way, way less bugged at the world. I looked at The Beloved and said, "I love you so, so much. And I love that I can say that now without throwing up." That was a hard one to explain to him afterward.
Anyway, hopefully I'll get our fun little blog up to date soon!
Here are some cute pictures of our perfect human over these last three months!
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| Look - Ruckus is wearing my robe. If this doesn't make sense to you read the previous post. :) |
