The other day, I got out of the shower to my sons both staring at me.
“Oh, my. You yook DIFFERENT.”
I looked in the mirror to see my 35 week pregnant self with smeared mascara running down my face.
It was a terrifying mix of The Joker and Mama June.
That’s how this final stretch is looking.
How I’ve survived?
Lots of icing, long showers, icing again, and foam rolling.
Plus, maternity sweats…but only because I accidentally burned a hole through my husband’s sweats I’d been loving. Blow dryers will get you.
Other goings-on from the past little bit:
Brian’s car FINALLY fixed, and after sharing one car for over three weeks, we’re having some “Daddy drives away without us” separation anxiety,
I’m always on the verge of tears. Hahaha They’re almost always happy/sentimental tears. I’m noticeably more emotional this pregnancy, or maybe this is part of being a mom. So many feelings. My boys picking me a dandelion and adding it to my bouquet? Tears. A split second of realizing my garbage truck enthusiasts aren’t going to be Tuesday step-dwellers when they’re in school? Tears. I’m not having another little boy? Tears. Remembering I get to experience a girl? Tears.
I rarely, if ever, post photos of friends here, because I feel like I have to ask permission. Those secret friends, though, are THE NICEST. I’m so lucky to live nearby the best group of girls. Along the “my feelings are overflowing” lines, little surprise drop-offs on rough days are just real tender. My friend Taylor left a drink with lots of lemon, and the thoughtfulness of it all made me teary.
Soon, my friends will be dropping off drinks with medication mixed in.
Disney on Ice with Gus. Most of our friends have little ladies his age, so he’s fine hanging with the girls, but taking a little boy to a predominantly princess populated event reminded me of the stark contrast. He pointed out trucks and planes the whole drive down, and asked if we were at “a different kind of hockey game” while we stared at the rink waiting for it to start. The opening act WAS a hockey scene! What are the odds?!
The countdown to baby and all that’s associated with it is about to start!