big mama's in da house



hmmmm... just goin thru old preggers pics. i was big!
the one on the bottom right is not a very good picture. i look like a stoned out hippie. actually, nothing fit me at the moment, so i look more like i robbed a thrift store in the dark and put on whatever i grabbed. this was fun... none of my shirts were big enough to completely cover my huge belly (even the "maternity" shirts were too small), and so i'd be walking around and realize half my stomach was hanging out. my "cool" elastic waist pants were stretched out and tired and not doing their job; they sagged below my belly and made my thighs look huge.
wait. they were huge. i know this because i split the seam in the legs of my maternity pants. in the thighs. yeah, that's kinda embarrasing. you know you're fat when your thighs bust out of maternity pants...
don't get me wrong, being pregnant is fun, and an incredible, precious experience. but you get to a point at the end where you feel like a huge, beached whale. you waddle everywhere, and when you get into the tub, you create a tidal wave when you sit down. and when you try to get out... you realize you're stuck. and you don't want to be stuck, because if your husband can't help you get out, what happens then? do you ask the neighbors to help?
thankfully, no one besides my husband ever had to see my big old pregnant self in the tub, for which i'm very glad.
and i couldn't tie my shoes! i finally gave up and just laced them very loosely and slipped them on. my feet got too fat and swollen to tie them normally anyway. i swear, ten pounds of the weight i had gained was all water weight. my feet looked like little sausages. i definately wasn't one of those women that looked sexy when i was pregnant.
i just looked pregnant. and big. and clumsy.
i just looked pregnant. and big. and clumsy.
but i loved it. i loved feeling him move around, and having him so close. i loved talking to him, and singing lullabyes. i loved being able to calm him down by rubbing my belly and singing.
i love being a mom. i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.




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