Joys of pregnancy

Being pregnant is an adventure. Everyday more and more things pop up to make life unbearable exciting. For instance, during my family's vacation to Outer Banks, a fun new pregnancy symptom popped up. Quite literally, my feet popped up to be the same size as my ankles, which plumped up to be the same size as my calves, which of course expanded to the same size as my thighs. So, to sum it up, my legs and feet were all the same width from the hips down. What an adventure. 

This is the first stage, just a little swelling, then I got sunburned which I think escalated the process... 

To this. BAM.

Notice the lines on my feet? Those are flip flop indentation lines from shoving my feet into my shoes. Luckily, I had a few private doctors with me who let me in on a little secret called compression socks and life has never been better. (Thanks Dr Cory and Dr Darin!) 

The very first real warm Sunday this year, I was teaching my 9-10 year olds in church and feeling awfully hot in our tiny classroom. Before class started the boys fought over who got to open the window and whether it should even be open or not which then resulted in some crying and hitting. So, I closed the window and told them to forget about it. Big mistake. About halfway through the lesson, in which the kids are actually behaving and listening to me, the other lady who teaches with me walks in the classroom, says, "Wow, it is hot in here!" and opens up the window. Happy to get some relief from the heat, I finish teaching then go to the bathroom. As I'm washing my hands I look into the mirror and see this...

Yes. I was the teacher with the sweaty pits. The teacher you can't even hear talking because all you can focus on is their wet shirt. No wonder the kids were quiet! No wonder Giuliana opened the window the second she walked in the room! How embarrassing. Unfortunately this is not a one time occurrence, I  have reverted back to a very awkward stage in my life where my wardrobe was mainly white, black, and very dark colors such as navy and well, black. Oh, and a lot of jackets. Dark ones. The days when I was afraid to raise my hand in class or give someone a high five. Back when I was a very sweaty middle schooler. (ok fine and part of high school too...) Luckily my underarm problem dissipated OR so I thought. Hopefully it goes away when I'm not pregnant anymore! Until then, I am just embracing the sweatiness... no use trying to hide it! I'm way too hot anyway!

I am also training myself to get up every two to three hours each night to prepare for when the baby comes. Just kidding; my bladder is training me.  I'm sure I have a  smaller bladder then the average human, but now with someone sitting on top of it, I find myself spending a lot of quality time in the bathroom. Let's just say I now locate the bathroom in each store/restaurant I walk into... just in case. 

I could actually go on and on about the heartburn, the congestion, the random bloody noses, the fact that I can only eat a  little at a time because my stomach fills up too fast, that I can smell better than a bloodhound, but I won't. The thing is, I love being pregnant. I love feeling my baby move. Sure, sometimes she tries to break my ribs, but mostly I love knowing she's safe and happy. I love feeling this little person inside my belly because it reminds me that something amazing is happening. My body is incredible and I can't get over the fact that it knows exactly what to do to grow a tiny baby. I just eat and sleep and work and play and all the while my body is working and working on creating a tiny beautiful babe. And in 12 short weeks she'll be here. And we are SO excited!