I must be having a hormone rush because I am really missing being pregnant. I can’t believe I am typing those words. My husband is going to have a coronary. Check the obituaries for him tomorrow. Here is the distinction…listen closely kiddos… I am not saying I want to have a baby, I am saying I miss being pregnant. Do you get that small difference? Baby in the belly… not out! I know I am not ready when I sweat having my period every month thinking we snuck one by the goalie….this obvious reaction of pit sweat is a very real indicator…I AIN’T ready. I love me some Chloe Grace…can’t get me enough of some Chloe Grace…and that is it. Okay, enough bad grammar.
So here I am flipping through pictures today starting to put photos aside for a special project my brother in law, Dan, is doing for Chloe for her b-day. I know…3.5 months away….shut it! You probably heard my butthole get tight because I am already being anal about how I envision that day. Not in the decorating, make the perfect cake sense of the day…the emotional celebration of her first year….again…seriously hormonal today.
So I run across a few of these babies
Baby got back…..ahhhhhh yeah! Maxing out the bow in front and the pockets in back.. I get you comin’ and a goin’. My body is a reverse mullet….business up front, party in the back. Yes, those are the same earrings from my previous post and yes…just to be obnoxious…I did make them. Seriously people, I am a modern day super hero…..NOT! Is it still cool to say NOT? NO, oh okay…mental note.
How bout this cute picture, minus my wind blown flutter eye.
Seven days before Chloe made her grand entrance.
And this fun little project my friend Kristie did. So cool.
But then…just as I was getting all teary eyed and romanticizing my pregnancy….I came across these two reality checks.
ah…the ole sausage fingers that made me forfeit my beautiful rings for 10 weeks so I looked like a little harlot. And even worse…. My horribly painful cankles.
That is when I slapped myself, stepped into reality, and realized that the physical sacrifices of pregnancy are totally worth it, when the mental, emotional and spiritual side of me is ready to step up to the plate. That would not be now or the near future. I will revel in my ankle bones, I will laugh in the face of my toilet that used to greet me 40 times a day and I will high five all my zipper pants that I can wear…because I am not pregnant! Can I get an amen?
Amen, amen, amen, and AMEN!
I was just thinking of this same strategy myself: as soon as I even feel a HINT of missing pregnancy/newborns/breastfeeding etc. I am going to refer to my list of ALL THINGS BAD about those things (which I have yet to write and I will, very soon) to snap myself out of it. Because I could just keep having them if I listened to my mushy/hormonal side all the time. And as wonderful as that would be, it would not be GOOD. No.
Thanks for this wonderful post and reminder. I am so with you. Though there’s plenty of room in your family for another one I think
ps. I have to stop looking at your belly pics and just keep scrolling down to those cankles or I’m going to cry. Seriously.
Whaa?? First comment? I’m hard core.
And yes AMEN! I would DIE if I found out I was pregnant now. But, i did get pregnant with Megan when Ben was nine months old. I AM a crazy person.
When I first read that you missed being pregnant I thought YOU were crazy. I DO NOT LIKE being pregnant, for those very nice reasons you documented. I’m glad you came back to your senses.
You are right though, they are very worth it indeed. Give a little more time and you’ll be ready for the sausage fingers once again.
You had some HAWT maternity wear. In the homestretch, I couldn’t even fit any of my cute pregger-gear so I had to resort to togas.
I have had six kids soooo
AMEN!
i’m bypassing comments on all the pregnancy stuff, although it is inspiring that you actually WANT to go back to that (opposite of what I usually hear) and I’d instead, like to comment on how those PRECIOUS walking pictures of you and Ryan made me miss fall SO MUCH.
Especially Ryan’s plaid shirt & blazer! hello loves it!
it’s funny that you posted this and I posted…an article on why people should stop telling me to have kids.
on the same day! ha.
As for someone who is pregnant (15 weeks) but sometimes doesn’t “feel” pregnant yet(except for the nauseous days)…I am truly looking forward to feeling the kicks and the pokes and such. I love my monthly appointment to the Doctors and hearing that heartbeat. We’ll be able to find out if this baby is a “sitter” or a “stander” on Aug 30th…can’t wait!
So funny you post this…. people ask me all the time “so … when is #2 going to come along” and I reply “well I’m ready any time but hubbie wants to wait - so after we run the disney 1/2 marathon in Jan we’ll start trying” — and that always seems like so far away…
I just LOVE Avi so much, he is such a great baby and I’d do this 100 times if they turn out all like him…
But then last night I was lying in bed and something came into my mind… I started thinking to myself — “I LOVED BEING PREGNANT” and had to quickly tell myself — no… I didn’t LOVE being pregnant… it was great, it was wonderful but it was work and it hurt….
Funny how the mind forgets things, and changes things with time….
So I need to go back to my old blog posts and remind myself… but the picture of your feet did snap me back to reality!!!
“my body is like a mullet…..”
i am DYING…..hahahahah!
you were adorable pregnant and coming from somebody who never has been….i can’t understand the yearn!!!!!
your card was adorable! thank you!
uhm…i left the above comment, but it seems good ole chrissy has been sitting at this computer this week. oh yeah. she was here! so the above is from allison….
even though i think chrissy would find mullet comments hysterical!
That’s so funny that posted that today because just last night, over margaritas, I was telling a girlfriend how much I wanted to be pregnant again. But not necessarily have a baby right now. Too bad those things are so closely connected.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to be pregnant again, and if I am, if I’ll be so lucky to have such an easy pregnancy, but I know that I will love every minute of it.
that pregn. picture with the bow sweater on is the cutest! you were adorable pregn. i would want to go back to that too if i looked that dang cute.
oh and the one of you and ryan walking should seriously grace the cover of a magazine…perfect!
Amen, girl! I do not want to break out those maternity tents…I mean, clothes.
10 weeks was all you had to go without your rings? I was without mine for 6 months (4 preg, 2 post)! I finally broke down and bought a set of cheapy rings from JCPenney because I had to go to my brother’s wedding. Appearances, you know?!
I miss the 2nd trimester and the start of the 3rd. The rest, yeah, not so much.
I, myself, am not a fan of pregnancy for those reasons (and a few nasty others that do not need to be spoken aloud). The kids were worth it, even though that’s the biggest cliche. You did look stunning, however, as a baby-bearer
AMEN!!!AMEN!!!AMEN!!!
I don’t miss it AT ALL!!!!
NOT ONE BIT!!!
My feet looked just like yours did.
I really want more kiddos but adoption is looking better and better.
I still can’t get my rings on my fingers….it’s been 5 months….I miss that ring….and I really miss my normal fingers.
Sister, you have just described how I have felt lately.
I loathed being pregnant. I was miserable & I made truck drivers blush by the obscenities that came out of my mouth when I got huge. People backed away b/c I was um, let’s see, a little on the b*tchy side.
Recently tho. I miss being pregnant & let me tell you, I had an 11lb 1 ounce baby, so I was really, really pregnant.
I guess it is the fact that Cheekers is going to be one on Aug 16th. I can’t believe it. Where did my year go!
I still can’t get my ring on & as for my feet…well they still swell. Sigh. I always had slender ankles. BAM! Got knocked up & that went to hell in a handbasket.
Keep on truckin girly!
The bow out front and pockets in the back…awesome. I was waaay bigger than you ever were when I was pregnant. You look all cute and petite compared to the behemoth (98% sure that’s spelled incorrectly) I became.
Those cankles are pretty severe, though. Aren’t you glad you took those photos from those foolish, wistful moments?
Yeah, my last sentence made NO SENSE. I meant aren’t you glad you have those scary pregnancy reminders to help you remember that it’s good to wait a leetle longer before having another child, even though you might occasionally feel wistful and broody?
Much more coherent, no?
I’ve started to feel a little nostalgic for the whole pregnancy experience again lately. I think more than anything it is that Charlie will celebrate his first birthday in just over a week so I am constantly comparing our lives now to your lives one year ago.
The ankles quickly bring me back to reality as well, they seriously sloshed with every step for weeks prior to and then after giving birth. So gross!
You did make one cute pregnant lady. Where did you find such cute maternity wear?
Well, Sally, I’m excited for whenever you decide you are ready and I’m excited for Chloe whenever we get to peek at her little cuteness. Great post!
that is SO funny. i read the comment from “me” and was like, am i dreaming??? i do NOT remember posting that! but, then i read allison’s comment from below and all was explained.
wow. that was a weird moment in my life.
I love this blog! You are too funny!
ahhh, I’m reminded of how I’ll look in about 4 months. I can’t complain though because it’s such a blessing. You were so cute pregnant! Swollen ankles and all
Ah, I miss it too! Except for the last 4 - 6 weeks. And being overdue. And the ankles, oh the ankles! Wedding band? Fuhgetaboutit! Didn’t fit after the second month.
been feeling the same, must be the hormones dropping off or something. can you believe the babes are almost nine months old?! holy moley!
Listen up here Sally, once you put it IN, it must come OUT! Remember that!!
Awww shucks guys! Thanks for all the compliments because these pictures don’t begin to capture my voluptuous size. I confess I couldn’t wear my rings for about 6 weeks after Chloe was born…so sad.