It's bitter sweet knowing August is approaching and summer will be ending. We have had such a short summer but in a sense I'm grateful for that as well as it hasn't been the hottest summer this year either. I have to crank on the AC all the time, my cankles are ever so sexy and I hate finding clothes to wear out because it's just too dang hot. I may be complaining as well because I haven't spent as much time as the pool as I would have liked due to skin still healing after a horrible sunburn. Reminder to self: skin is much more sensitive when pregnant, and even if I plan on only staying out by pool for a half hour with out sunscreen.. set an alarm on my phone due to falling asleep for 2 hours. That's right, smartie pants here did just that.
Unfortunately I still have no updated pictures other than a few close ups from Draper Days when we went and saw fireworks which I'll post another day. Maybe I'll get up the nerve to post a ''belly picture'' we'll see...
A couple of days ago I was having quite the rough day all around. I wanted to complain about everything whether it was my back and feet hurting, stretch marks appearing, swollen hands and ankles, breaking out on my chin again, feeling huge and not attractive. After my sweet husband telling me I'm more beautiful than ever and telling our sweet girl to hurry and grow strong that he is anxious to see her I realized how selfish I was being. Now before I go on let me say for the record I have completely enjoyed pregnancy, I was just having ''one of those days.'' I have been fortunate enough to not get sick at all, to still work full time being on my feet all day and be carrying a healthy beautiful baby girl. I am going to be a mom!
I kicked myself in the butt for having a pity party that day and now trying to embrace all of these so called negative things about pregnancy. After all they are only temporary, my feet will look and feel normal again, my back aches and heart burn will fade, I WILL fit into my other clothes again, and who cares about stretch marks, it's not like I plan to wear a bikini ever again and apparently the hubby thinks their ''cool'' looking. I disagree but again, who cares?!
I can't wait till M.J arrives, to finally see and hold her, it's surreal just thinking about it. Coming up on 23 weeks this week, this pregnancy seems to flying by!
