I am Woman. Hear Me Roar! (or moan, groan, complain, sigh, yell, and cry)

pregnancy ecardJoys. That’s what “they” say… whoever ‘they” are. The joys of pregnancy most certainly is a phrase coined by a man. I’ve been silently cursing all men and Eve for obvious reasons. Forgive me for being real for a moment… Pregnancy simply put, is not for the faint of heart. I am woman, hear me roar (or moan, groan, complain, sigh, yell, and cry). I should feel sorry for putting my poor husband through the torture of hearing about all of my ailments. There’s a lot!  But heck, it’s the least I can do FOR him since he doesn’t hold the honor of carrying a child and giving birth. If I wasn’t a modest person, I’d fill all the men of the world in on the specific “joys” of pregnancy.

Last week, Dustin took his mother and me to lunch. It was a really nice restaurant. You know… fancy food. He thought he was treating us to something special and unique. I couldn’t find one thing on the menu I wanted. You see, pregnancy for me means that I want the food that I want, not food prepared to look like a piece of art. I wasn’t interested in the unfamiliar names with no description on the menu. I was hungry. After what probably seemed an eternity to my company and the waiter, I ordered. The food was put before me. I took a bite. I didn’t like it one bit. And do you know what I did? I cried. I had an emotional meltdown in the middle of a very nice restaurant. Why? Because that’s what pregnancy does to me. That’s just a small corner of what pregnancy does to me.

Pregnancy also makes me blow up like an Oompa Loompa. I’ll share and show you ONLY because I’ll be myself again soon (HOPING) beach12

Oh, I know it’ll all be worth it. Of course it will. But in the midst of the most miserable weeks of the pregnancy… AND dreading what is to come with a C-Section recovery, I’m searching for the joys. The joys will come. I know, because I’ve experienced this twice before.

Soon enough, this too shall pass and the joys will be all to apparent. Today, although I am silently cursing all men and Eve for partaking of that tree of good AND EVIL, I do thank God for unanswered prayers. This was the last thing I wanted or thought I needed. But somehow, the plan set forth by my Heavenly Father, once again takes precedence and reminds me I am not in charge.

The onesies were hung in the closet with care, In hopes that Sam would soon be there

stocked and ready

As Reese says, “Now all we need is Sam.”

My two sweet girls have made Sam a box of all the books they loved as babies. Torn and tattered books are my favorite kind.

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