...This was me.
I was just about as pregnant as this lady is physically allowed to get...and you can tell. Not only by the watermelon protruding from my abdominal cavity, but also by the look in my eyes. Even through dark sunglasses, you can tell that this is a woman Who. Is. Done.
I had been [erroneously, I think] diagnosed with gestational diabetes. (By one point! The Russian judge was unimpressed.) I was Done with eating sugarless "treats." I was Done with stabbing leg cramps, debilitating nausea, and a terrifying need for red meat.
And it was around this time when The Doubt set in. The "maybe we rushed into this" kinda doubt. The "am I ever going to have time for my first kid" doubt. The "giving birth is not so awesome, maybe I can file a stay" doubt. So how did it end up?
Spoiler: Roughly 24 hours later, while introducing my two daughters to one another...I got to experience the single greatest moment of my life.
And I really don't think the morphine can take all of the credit, either.
5 comments:
I remember that day and you were awesome. Lovely too!
You look like you stuck a watermelon in there because the rest of you does not look preggo at all! How did you do that?
And yeah I know the Doneness. I was asking people on Facebook WTF do I have to eat to get this boy out. :)
Ha ha I recently had the same feeling when my boy wouldn't come out either :)
Aw, thanks Mom.
@Alison- You so rarely hear the upside of gestational diabetes. Well, that's it. Thinner than I was the first go' round. ;)
@Natalie- You really do reach a breaking point, don't you?
I love your writing. Perfectly sarcastic, just the way I like it. Happy birthday to your little cutie pie! She's adorable!
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