- Forget about how much weight I gain or how big my belly will get. The scale WILL go up and my belly WILL get big...really big. It's okay. I won't be pregnant forever.
- Feel entitled to get special treatment because I'm pregnant (or a mom, or a woman, or a human...whichever excuse works to get a foot/back rub). I'm not above groveling. This can also apply to other situations designed to make life easier for a pregnant woman (i. e., I am going to start looking for the "expectant mothers" parking spaces.)
- Shop in the girls' department without having to retrace my steps back to the boys department to get Penn and Jude something. They have lots. Anna...not so much.
- Ask for help. With chores. Or watching the boys. Or getting me off the couch (it's hard work these days...). Just ask.
- Just say no, sometimes. To laundry. To taking Penn and Jude somewhere every. single. day. To getting off the couch (I said, "sometimes," not forever.).
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
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Oh, my goodness! I love this post!!! I have some of these same feelings and have probably stressed over some of the same things as you, especially the first bullet item. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou must send me your mailing address and a list of clothing sizes you need and predicted seasons for each size. I have been handing down a few of Baxley's clothes, but I still have a ton. Of course, I'm not quite ready to give up all of her clothes...it's still a little too soon for that. ;)