My Little Buddy

I just wanted to share something: I'm really enjoying being pregnant.

For one, Elmo has given me a reason (however contrived it may appear) to leave work early. No matter that I get a little bored at home... this, too, shall pass.

As far as clothing options, I've found that maternity clothes aren't so bad... if you steer clear of the "real" ones. Granted, I now own TWO pairs of maternity pants (but still wear regular ones most of the time), and a couple of tops. But the spring/summer fashions for women/juniors this year are perfect for maternity wear. Love it. :-) Funny story- Sometime in my last week of teaching, a couple of girls stopped by my room. One I knew, the other I didn't. The random girl wanted to know if her shirt made her look pregnant (I'm guessing she'd gotten some comments). I laughed to myself and (not really answering her question) told her that I, for one, was enjoying the current trends because I was pregnant and they worked well for me. Her friend understood what I meant and continued teasing her about looking pregnant. Ahh, high school.

Also on the subject of maternity clothes- here's a fun little thing that happened recently. With the reward $$ from my Discover Card (thank you wedding expenses), I ordered a gift card for a maternity store, thinking that would be a good way to spend some of the money. After a month, the card still hadn't arrived so I asked Discover to cancel the old order and re-issue it. Which they did. A week after that one arrived, I got the original one. So now I have $100 to spend on clothes without feeling (too) guilty!

Of course, my favorite thing about being pregnant is that I have an ever-present buddy. He goes with me everywhere and we have a lovely time. I've always been the type of person to talk to myself on occasion (or all the time), but now I have someone else to talk to. And of course, he wiggles and squirms and moves around in my abdomen, so we have some physical interaction, too. (Mostly me pushing him out of the way if he is preventing me from leaning over or something of that nature) If you've not ever been pregnant, I'm not sure that this makes sense to you. But really, I love it. I think I enjoy this all the more because we have a "name" for the baby (Elmo, in case you hadn't noticed) and I know that he's male. I'd hate to refer to him as "it" all the time.

***Note to self: two or three months from now when it is unbearably hot and Elmo is making life ridiculously uncomfortable, remember fondly this happy time.***