My pregnant brain is all over the place. My thoughts wonder day and night. Here are two things that are especially on my mind this morning.
* There is absolutely NO way that a woman could go 9+ months and not know that she is pregnant. She knows!
I’ve been watching the I-didn’t-know-I-was-knocked-up show on TV and want to believe those women, but I just can’t. Not a day goes by that I don’t know for a fact that a living, breathing, kickboxing thing is inside my stomach – aching to come out on most days. People who don’t even know me know I am pregnant because you can literally see my stomach moving and contorting from across the room. It is sick. It is in my dreams each night. That little foot or elbow that is jutting out from my skin haunts me. I feel bad admitting that I am not ooh-ing and aww-ing over the fact that my little guy is doing Yoga in my belly, but I just find it to be bizarre and freaky.
* I am so proud of myself for not freaking out when I see celebrities in person.
The inner me wants to scream and jump up and down and act like a total idiot. In the past three months, Jim and I have seen 3 “celebrities.” Granted, Jim didn’t know who any of them were and looked at me like I was crazy because I spotted them from a mile away and chatted his ear off about them for the rest of the day. This past Sunday, we were cruising through Atlantic Station, when I spotted Vivica Fox! Of course I am screaming in the car and Jim is repeating, “Who? Who?” I had to come home and Google her so he could figure out who she is! But, I didn’t show out and jump out of the car to bum rush her. Hell who am I kidding? I can’t even run anymore with this giant gut in the way.
I’ve been watching the I-didn’t-know-I-was-knocked-up show on TV and want to believe those women, but I just can’t. Not a day goes by that I don’t know for a fact that a living, breathing, kickboxing thing is inside my stomach – aching to come out on most days. People who don’t even know me know I am pregnant because you can literally see my stomach moving and contorting from across the room. It is sick. It is in my dreams each night. That little foot or elbow that is jutting out from my skin haunts me. I feel bad admitting that I am not ooh-ing and aww-ing over the fact that my little guy is doing Yoga in my belly, but I just find it to be bizarre and freaky.
* I am so proud of myself for not freaking out when I see celebrities in person.
The inner me wants to scream and jump up and down and act like a total idiot. In the past three months, Jim and I have seen 3 “celebrities.” Granted, Jim didn’t know who any of them were and looked at me like I was crazy because I spotted them from a mile away and chatted his ear off about them for the rest of the day. This past Sunday, we were cruising through Atlantic Station, when I spotted Vivica Fox! Of course I am screaming in the car and Jim is repeating, “Who? Who?” I had to come home and Google her so he could figure out who she is! But, I didn’t show out and jump out of the car to bum rush her. Hell who am I kidding? I can’t even run anymore with this giant gut in the way.
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