I don't want to keep being bothered by this. I love how this mom shared a lesson on comparing. Check it out so you know what I'm talking about!
Ok, so there is nothing really to compare in tonight's situation, really there's not and I know it. I'm 32 weeks pregnant and she is a fashionable, petite, young married who isn't really ready to be pregnant. I'm supposed to look pregnant. My baby is the size of a PINEAPPLE for crying out loud... a PINEAPPLE in MY BELLY! Ok. And pregnancy is beautiful. It is. Really. I love in my one prego book a quote from a mom said "I was the most confident after I got pregnant. My belly got huge and so did my butt, I didn't care I just felt beautiful." Go her. She rocks! I think yesterday I had even decided I didn't care how pregnant I looked, I felt beautiful. I loved knowing I'm growing my son. No one else will ever carry this little boy, just me. God picked me to be his mommy. God chose David and I to make this child and he's growing in me and it just expands the body for this one special purpose. Deal with it! Even this morning, at the doctor with David, both receptionists made a fuss over me being cute pregnant and my "cute little baby belly." Read that again. "little". Ok. almost done. I loved this discussion over here on confidence post-pardom (go to the July 10 post "Hanging Naked from a Squatting Bar").
Ok, so after all that, I'm letting all the innocent comments (I'm choosing to believe the comments are all innocent) go and just breathing in appreciation for this special time in my life, releasing the negative feelings as I exhale. Ahhhhh thank you yoga and directed breathing classes :-) :-)
Happy Friday Ya'll!