Gearhead Mom

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Sometimes Pregnancy Is Just a Dull Roar

Posted by Missy W. @ 12:41 AM

I am * so * bored being pregnant. Sy was a month early so I just naively assumed this one would be, too. HA! I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t even pick things up off the floor anymore. Whenever I am cooking and I drop food on the floor, I just shrug my shoulders at Sy and tell her that Dad’s gonna have to clean it up. I tell myself I am just channeling my inner Julia Child. This morning Roger leaned over to pick something up (probably food off the floor) and Sy said, “See Mommy, Daddy can bend over!”

Thanks. Thanks for that, my little three year old peanut gallery.

I won’t even mention the scene a few weeks back when a hostess at a local restaurant asked me IF I COULD STILL FIT IN A BOOTH?
Come closer, so I can punch you in the neck.

So I sit and wait. And wait. And drink chocolate shakes and wait. Sy is getting anxious. I am getting bored and huge. I look like a sea lion, all body and a teeny tiny head. I have my bag all packed by the door, waiting for the exciting trip to the hospital. Because really, labor is fun! Naught. I find myself wishing my packed bag looked a little more like this one from Little Stork, but apparently I forgot to get one. Instead, I’ve thrown a few totally random things into Sy’s banged up pink duffel bag. At least I know better than to pack my make-up this time.

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