Moment of weakness

I was just looking through all the photos I've taken of my growing belly, right up to the very first photo I took when I was only a couple weeks along. I wanted to cry. Wanted to. But didn't.

I miss my old body. In the photo I was wearing jeans that fit and a tank top I won't even try to squeeze into anymore. People keep saying to me, " You're so tiny for 6 months along." UGH ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? I keep thanking God for the man (or woman) that invented yoga pants. Without them I'd be forced to resort to full on sweat pants.

I recently divided my clothes into to 2 piles: fits and does NOT fit.

Another one of my favorites people say, "Well, you are over the hump." YEAH I'M OVER THE HUMP. My baby hump of a bump. Ahhhh!

My midwife was right (when isn't she? Such a smart lady) when she said water is a pregnant woman's best friend. I never really liked taking baths but now I LOVE them. I even have yummy scented bath salts to soak in now. I can't imagine what nights would be like without the steamy water to sooth my ribs and back. I'm thanking the Lord, again for the creators of bath tubs. Amen.

And ugh I could go on and on about how much the baby moves. It's like she's my little alarm clock, reminding me she's in there. As if I could forget with a 23 centimeter long belly prohibiting me from bending over, twisting and sleeping on my stomach. At first she would only move if I ate cookies or chocolate but now she kicks morning, noon and night. I think she was moving before I was this morning. And sometimes she kicks 3 or 4 times in a row and it takes my breathe away. It's a different type of frusterating when you are mid- thought and BUMP! OH! There's baby kicking.

And food: I'm sick of eating the healthiest thing possible. I know my eating habits are making a difference but can't I just have some greasy french fries or fat burrito or chips. Oh how I miss chips. But I strongly believe my eating habits will benefit the baby even after she is born. So, I'll keep eating lots of vitamin rich foods. Even though I'm sick of it.

Can I complain about 1 more thing? I wish my husband would touch me more. How on earth did I ever get annoyed with it before? Oh wait...I didn't. I miss cuddling and kissing and snuggling really close in bed. My arms don't fit all the way around my belly and him. *sad face* I asked him if he doesn't touch me anymore because I'm fat. He says he doesn't want to squish the baby. Which, that's gotta make me happy because I don't want to either. I told him, 3 months to go and I'll be sexy again.

I honestly know that there are worse situations. I am still so excited to be pregnant. And I'm enjoying that the baby is inside me still. Soon enough I'll be making the real mommy sacrifices.
There are definitely 2 sides to every situation. I know I need to be happy the baby kicks because it means she is healthy. I need to appreciate salads and fresh fruit because not everyone can taste juicy strawberries and eating like this is probably saving me from feeling like a HIPPO. I need to appreciate that Ryan is aware of my body and the baby within.

This moment of weakness was brought to you by Momma to be.

Keep loving.