Peeps, there are some seriously hilarious aspects of being pregnant. I realize I still have a ways to go before the majority of them are revealed to me, but this latest development had me giggling. I try to be pretty candid with you all, sorry if there are any dudes still brave enough to read along, mostly because I do think everyone should embrace the funny aspects of life. It makes me sad to read stuff written by pregnant women that talk about the woes of being pregnant. Swollen ankles, sore back, etc. I can honestly say this is one of the coolest experiences I have ever had.
Four years ago when I was still pretty solid on the fact that I would NEVER have children, the reasons included: I didn’t want to be tied down, I want to be able to travel the world, I don’t want to be thrown up on, etc. I had a zillion reasons why I didn’t want to have them. When my ideas about motherhood and children changed (most likely a result of my biological clock giving me a big punch in my ovaries), I realized the problem wasn’t about having kids, it was my viewpoint.
Once I realized how much I wanted to have kids all those reasons I didn’t quickly turned around. I realized I wouldn’t be tied down unless I thought of it that way. Sure, my life is about to be drastically different, but when I thought of spending the next couple decades doing the exact same things I have been, that seemed to be less adventurous to me. At least I know that my life is about to be really unpredictable. When it comes to travel, sure the international aspect might die down a little, but it isn’t like I am able to afford to go on 5 trips a year anyway. Right now it is looking like once every other year for something major, and there is no reason that Nugget can’t be easily incorporated into that plan. In fact, my immediate plan is to travel as much as possible with this kid. I have heard the earlier you do it, the more they get used to it. I have already started scouting out ways to bring him on my business trips. As for the other reasons, well, to be honest, it would still be really awesome to never get thrown up on, but I know that is not going to happen.
I was traveling last week for work and after
jumping out stepping cautiously out of the shower, I busted up. First of all, my belly is starting to get round, but more in like the Santa Clause way then the cute skinny pregnant girl way. Again I will never be the skinny pregnant girl with the perfectly round belly. But the second thing, was my nipples. I am not sure who stole mine, but these replacements took me by surprise, to say the least. I think I already mentioned how much they’ve grown, if not, there ya go. But now they are getting ridiculously dark. After laughing about it at my midwife, she explained a theory about how they get darker so that the baby can see them. Apparently babies can’t distinguish a whole lot at first, but they do recognize contrasts. So your nipples become like landing beacons for the baby, like they are saying ‘hey kid, over here’. Pretty hilarious.
Oh I do have one piece of advice to pass along. One thing you should never do while happy and pregnant is watch “Super Nanny”. I made the dreaded mistake of doing that the other day and almost flipped the F out. I think I have been dreading having teenagers anyway, but this just quadruple-confirmed why military school doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea for Nugget when he hits his teens. I wanted to punch these teenagers through the tv. What I should have done was turn the TV off and gone back into my blissful daydreams about parenthood. So FYI, stay in La-La land as long as possible. I know I am happier here.