Nothing new to report thank God. I am believing that our little Alexander is doing great.
So we are riding along in the car coming from getting my gran gran some candy. And
I feel the need to say to hubbin, "I am still a person. I am not just wife, mommy, incubator etc. I am Keda, I am sexy, and fun and relevant." Hubbin just looks at me smiles and says, "so we are in that stage of the pregnancy are we."
I look at him and bust out laughing. It is good to be with someone who has been with you long enough to have perspective. Yes I am at that stage in the pregnancy.
When i look down at my rapidly expanding belly, boobs that have just recently stopped hurting, cheeks that look like I am hiding small woodland creatures in them and feet that are splayed and I swear are growing right before my eyes. I have to remind myself of who I really am cause this is not it.
So in the midst of all of this giggling in the car. I announce I am going to go and get my hair and feet and brows done tomorrow. Why?
To remind myself, that I am a sexy, fun, relevant, slightly (well a LOT) more plump than usual woman. Aaaannnd i deserve time to revisit the woman that I am, even while I occupy the titles of wife, mama, daughter, preggars etc, that I hold.
Battle Cry: This one is simply from me to all my fellow preggars.
You are still beautiful, sexy, fun, and relevant.
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