Monday, May 27, 2013

It's no use crying over spilled milk

...unless you're 35 weeks pregnant. Then you can do whatever the hell-o you want. Because you're most likely a little crazy. See photo below for proof.

even Batman is scared

Not that I did or anything. Okay, yes. The other night I literally cried over spilled milk. Granted, there were a lot of different factors and emotions that led up to this spill, but the spill is indeed what triggered the tears. Poor Chris didn't know whether to laugh or to console me.
Luckily, (for his sake) he did not laugh.

Even though I am the oldest of six kids and watched my mom go through five pregnancies, there were still SO many things about pregnancy that I just did not anticipate. So many symptoms that I had never known about. For example: Sneezing/farting/doing-any-type-of-bodily-function WITHOUT peeing your pants becomes one of the hardest skills to master. Don't worry, I pretty much have it down. ;)

35 weeks with my SIL

Over the past several months the following questions have been asked by a number of different people:
(yes, people have actually asked me these questions)

"Do you like being pregnant?"


"It seems like you've had a really easy pregnancy, is this true?"

The truth is--being pregnant is hard. But I don't like to dwell on that. One of my pet peeves is when women complain and complain and complain about pregnancy. So, I try and make a solid effort not to. (Although, I'm not perfect at it.)

I get it, trust me, I get it. There are some symptoms that I would like to just nip in the bud. Whenever I complain about it in public though, I always feel immediate guilt.
Because, to answer the question:


And just because I do, does NOT mean that I have had an "easy" pregnancy.
I have had too many close family members/friends who have dealt with infertility and pregnancy loss to not realize what an amazing miracle and blessing it is to be able to carry this little baby inside of me.

33 weeks with a built-in table

I feel so incredibly grateful for this chance that I have to grow and bond with sweet baby RJ. Even when she likes to wedge her little feet into my aching ribcage. Even when it feels like every bone that connects my legs to my back is dislocating with each change in position.

Pregnancy is hard, but it is also a miracle. There are no words that can describe the joy, happiness and gratitude I feel. I can't wait to meet Rylie Jane. One. more. month.

30 weeks

P.S. If you have any funny pregnancy stories, please share. :)