Thursday, March 12, 2009

Preggo Checkin In

Just thought I would give a shout out and let people know how things are going. I could very well use this platform to just bitch about everything awful that is going on with my body, but I will try to keep it a minimum. I have two complaints. My first complaint is that my back is killing me and that any time I am sitting or laying down for prolonged periods of time (like say, more than 5 minutes) it is difficult for me to even put weight on my legs. I don't know what that is all about, but I know a cure -- BABY!

The other thing that sucks is how people feel that they can say anything to me and it is not going to hurt my feelings or make me upset in any way. Now, Jake knows this well by now, and I pretty much either cry or flip out on him for any comment. But, it's the coworkers, random people in daycare, and strangers with raised eyebrows here or there that really gets me. "Wow! When are you due? Any day now, huh?" Or, "OHMYGOD! Are you having twins!!" Yes, people. I am totally aware that I am pregnant and my stomach is very large. I KNOW THIS. Did you think the thought would escape me? It is attached to my body, you know. And, you know, THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. I did not ask God to make my belly extra big and round. I actually think that all of the weight I have gained has gone directly to my stomach and the baby. He is looking to be about 25 pounds right now.

On the Abe front, we are in the midst of potty training. I could go on a rant about that, but it is not about how awful or hard it is ... I am actually very proud of Abe and I am totally okay with how things are going. Just as long as he gets it before he is 6 years old. It is the way other parents are about that make me mad. Like, they are so judgemental of others and proud of themselves if their kid gets potty trained at an "appropriate age." I don't think that they really have much to do with it. Plus, I totally understand why kids don't want to pee on the potty. I mean, think about, why would Abe stop playing with his trains to go pee when he could just pee in his diaper and not miss a beat? I mean, I know that there are some adults that would long for that sort of convenience.

Ozzie is becoming strangely attached to me and wants to sleep on top of me every night. This really doesn't work out very well -- giant pregnant lady plus 65 pound hairy dog do not mesh. Maybe he senses that I am pregnant, or simply miserable, but it is nice sentiment in any case.

My savior has been DVRed TV shows and eating sugar free pudding every night. What a life I lead! The warm weather has made me happy and hopeful, and I know I should be thankful that I am not swelling anywhere. Oh, and that the baby is healthy. And, I guess me too.

WHATEVER.

3 comments:

Dave Drlich said...

Well I wont even try to say that I know how you feel, because I just LOOK pregnant. Convincing I know, but It's all just a ruse.

But in solidarity to your ideas, I'm going to go get me a box of Depends.

:) Hang in there Bri!

Anonymous said...

God love your heart. You are so honest. I only know a handful of ladies that actually have said what you are saying. You just have one more month, and you'll have that Young'un with your sweet family.The last month is really the pits. Can't wait to get to see the next Drlich boy.

Anonymous said...

When random strangers raise their eyebrows at you, tell them to suck it! After all, they are random strangers, so you will not face reprecussions.
I saw Thomas-the-Train big-boy undies at Walmart!

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