I love my baby + I love a lot of parts of being pregnant. But there are some parts that aren't so lovely. Of course, I will gladly take these things if what I'm getting in return is a beautiful, precious baby. For the most part, I've been pretty "sunshine + daisies" when it comes to sharing things about my pregnancy, but I wanted to be a little more honest about what pregnancy can bring (and has brought me). (Hence, the bare belly photos.) This isn't a post to complain, just to share some truths. Some pregnancy anecdotes, if you will.
+ I'm basically one giant, walking stretch mark. (As you can see!) Which is obviously too cute for words. They are on my inner and outer thighs, my calves, my stomach, and fascinatingly, my butt. (I know some of my guy friends read my blog...so, sorry if I've terrified you. But I'm only preparing you for your future.)
+ Gravity is not on my side. I cannot tell how many times I have involuntarily tipped over.
+ A lot of the time, I feel completely out of control when it comes to my emotions. STORYTIME: A few nights ago, Josh took me to a local diner to get something to eat. I chose "blueberry + whipped cream stuffed french toast." When I saw how they made it, I freaked out. Luckily, the meal was to go, because I had a crying, yelling fit. I was convinced I would totally hate it and so mad that I bought it. We got home...and I loved it. It ended up being really funny, but I felt so bad that I was acting totally insane.
+ I can barely breathe when I'm laying down. Sleeping has become a major issue every night. Last night, I even slept sitting up for awhile.
+ Honestly, I am a peeing machine.
+ I am really forgetful. Like the time last week when I went to my dr. appt. a day early. That wasn't embarrassing or anything.
Clearly, my "complaints" are minor. In fact, I'm pretty much laughing at myself on a daily basis.
p.s. I totally promise not to post anymore scary, giant, bare belly photos. You're welcome.
p.s.s. Tatum's middle name is, officially, Auden. Tatum Auden Kassinger. : )