Proof that thin people can have babies just fine:
I have some gripes. But I’ll start with the positives:
Top Ten Reasons Why I’m Excited or Happy Right Now
- James. He’s the best thing. He’s my sweet one. I love him. He’s an extraordinary husband.
- We get to meet our baby face to face in approximately 151 days or about 5 months (I have a pregnancy App that tells me this)
- In 3 weeks we find out the gender of the baby.
- We are buying a new car.
- My rugs. I love my new rugs and how cozy our bedroom is.
- Unseasonably warm weather
- Free baby gear and clothing from my old landlord who is so sweet and has great taste.
- An entire week at a seaside cottage in Bethany this July.
- Tax returns
- My new haircut is pretty great.
Top Ten Reasons Why I’m Really Frustrated & Tired Right Now
- Gas and bloating
- Excess saliva
- Round ligament pains: all.the.time.
- Fitful, uncomfortable back-pain inducing nights of “rest”.
- The fact that I am just not a person who will have an “easy” second trimester. Never mind how rough the first one was.
- Butt pain
- Unwanted advice compounded with what I thought was impossible: more comments on my small frame and “waif” body than I encountered in even the Jr. High school years. I’ve lost my cool with an acquaintance.
- Food aversions
- Extreme exhaustion
I think a pregnant me needs these shoes. They are perfection!
I’m 30! I’m pregnant! Two huge milestones in my life. Looking back throughout the years, the nebulous themes of being married, pregnant or 30 were all lumped into a fuzzy category of “someday” and were exciting prospects that I didn’t think practically about at all.
One thing I gave some impractical thought to was being 30. That was because I was a little bit scared of turning 30. The whole idea of it being a big mile marker in one’s life, the fact that my Mom had all of her kids by age 30, the fear of getting gray hairs or wrinkles. Nobody wants to think about that, but I’m a natural worrier so that’s where I went: Old. Gray. Wrinkles?
Of course being 30 is still considered young. I have years to go until I’m considered “old”. What I wasn’t prepared for was the amount of critical thinking about my life and future I would be doing at this stage in my life. Luckily, I don’t have many regrets about my 20s aside from wishing I had stuck up for myself more in my first two jobs (internship and an awful place in Falls Church) and been able to spend more one on one time with my Grandmother before she died (we were close). My problem in life has never been about regretting things. From a young age I’ve been so afraid of regretting anything that I’ve erred on the “crazy side”. Over analyzing what my goals were and what I wanted to do, spending time worrying about not being able to do those things to the point of exhaustion. OCD is something I’ve had since I was young and the fears associated with what *could* happen (bad things) drove me to spend loads of time praying that none of these things would come to pass, but a positive side effect being my career and lifestyle because of hyper-vigilance and perfectionism. Continue reading