I have one rule during pregnancy: don't look behind you. Meaning, do not look at your behind. It's just not kind to look at your behind. A FTPG (First Time Pregnant Girl) recently lamented of her growing rear in my presence and I gasped deeply and said, "Never look at it."
Last night in bed I was reading about my ninth month of pregnancy in my What to Expect When You're Expecting book. I thought it would be hilarious to make my husband turn away from his Jonathan Edwards biography and read the list of pregnancy symptoms I will experience this month. If I have to go through them, he should at least have to know about them, right? He was horrified. I'm not gonna lie, pregnancy is a beast. A beautiful and necessary beast, but also a fat, grumpy, and uncomfortable one. (Still, I know many people would give their right and left arms to be pregnant right now and I know how blessed I am to have gotten to do this twice.)
So, back to my motto - don't look behind you. You may know that we started our spring semester LPM Bible study last night. As soon as I got to the church, I went into the bride's room where my mom was getting ready. Not only did I want her to know I had arrived, I also knew there would be cheese and crackers in there. I always look forward to this treat when I'm at Bible study. Don't ask me why. Of course, this time I am pregnant so it's to be expected. I quickly realized the error of my ways when I was popping cheese cubes into my mouth and suddenly saw myself in the many, many mirrors of the bride's room. Angles, people. So many different angles. Pregnant women should never, ever enter the bride's room. Leave it for the beautiful princess dressed in white with a tan and toned arms. For real, y'all. It was very painful. I now have mental images of my backside that will give me nightmares for the rest of my life.
Now I realize that other people have been seeing me from these angles all along, but bless VPG's heart. When there's currently nothing she can do about her backside, and when it will only get worse before it gets better, isn't it more kind to let her stay ignorant of her true girth? Yes! The answer is yes!
In case you're keeping track, I have now graduated to VVPG status. Yes, that would be Very Very Pregnant Girl. I passed the one month mark of my due date on Monday and tomorrow I will be 36 weeks along. I'm terribly excited. I can count on two hands how many MDO days Jackson has left before baby comes. At that point, he will still go to MDO, but I will no longer have those days to myself. Yesterday I took full advantage of my alone time and went to the mall to exchange some things and use some gift cards.
I also went to Babies R Us and stocked up on things I need for the nursery. I loaded my basket with new burp cloths, tiny hooded towels and wash cloths, miniature white kimono tees, microscopic socks, a few BPA-free bottles, Dreft, some pink baskets for the changing table, a new Diaper Champ (white with pink trim!), a baby book, a keepsake box, some receiving blankets, a new mattress, and a hot pink changing pad cover. I had the most fun ever. Also? I bought newborn diapers. It was so exciting.
All I have left to do now is get some supplies for breastfeeding, but those are last on my list since, incidentally, I already have breasts. Houston has a really neat store for nursing moms in Rice Village that I've been hearing about, so I'm going to pay them a visit soon. I was going to go tomorrow while Jackson was at MDO, but he's sick today and I'm thinking he probably won't get to go. Dern, that's one less day!
I'll leave you with this.
Baby Girl's diaper
Jackson's bedtime diaper