Okay. By now the cat's out of the bag. I went and got knocked up with twins. Yep. I have always been a leader, an over achiever, right? HA. Guess my womb took up the slack and decided to overachieve. I think the long-term boyfriends of years ago have all taken a deep sigh of relief knowing we didn't work out, we didn't stand at an alter together and they aren't fathering two kids at one time. Two cars, two college educations, two strollers, two DEEP BREATHES. Sometimes I panic. Others, I just think I am normal and you singleton momma's are abnormal.
Anyway. Since I have started this incubating debacle I have encountered a few things that I miss, I really, really miss. At first, I figured I would miss the taste of beer oh so very much, and happy hours. Turns out Oklahoma has been handed a weather death sentence this summer and patio/happy hours would have been limited. Just my luck, right?! Mind you, I will huff a brew when it passes under my nose and I did let a little drop of a beer touch my tongue. Momma still likes the taste, so don't worry I am going to change my spots. But, that hasn't been my number one thing missing.
I miss my deep belly button. Gross and random, I know. Maybe TMI, but it's the truth. I love to stick my finger in it. Not sure why, always have, not just a random, nervous habit. Just a habit in general, a lot like my hair twirling. I have a cute, deep, clean belly button. CORRECTION- had. Sure hope the damn thing goes back to normal.
My designer jeans are gathering dust. I miss putting my butt cheeks in expensive denim and wearing them proudly. Not to brag, but I often thought I sort of rocked them. Not Heidi Klum, super model rocked them but in a sassy KC type way. This whole process is not allowing me to wear them. I don't know if my arse is getting larger (no comments from the peanut gallery, okay) or what, but I hope like crazy these two aliens don't strip me of the joy of wearing those jeans again after I calve.
Another thing I miss..... people calling simply to chat with me, about my day, their day, our lives. Not treating me like a container for the happiness they desire. I am simply called upon to check in on Thing one and Thing two. My daddy checks in on them, I am an after thought any more. I am simply a container for life. Long and short of it, everyone will always call about these silly kids from now on. If you are my friend and reading this..... please call me and chat, giggle and enjoy the conversation without feeling like you have to get a status update from my womb. I won't be offended. I think I have almost lost a very close friend, b/c she feels she has to ask those questions but in real life she could give two shits about the answers. She just doesn't care and that is okay with me. Not everyone can wrap their heads around me harboring twins. Most of the time it is me scratching my head and wondering "how did this happen?"
I miss Diet Coke, but I hope it doesn't become a staple in my life again. It wasn't that hard to cut out and I hope I stay strong on that. I miss being strong willed against my sweet tooth, too. That has to stop once I pop.
Not that my feet are pretty but seeing them used to be normal. I would like to know that they are there and all toes are present and accounted for. Yes folks, that means I know possess enough stomach to not be able to see my feet. I feel bad for the men that haven't seen them in years:) heehee.
And last but not least, I miss being spontaneous and actually enjoying seeing people. I am avoiding people like the plague. I am shallow. I will admit it. This excess weight is wearing me out, and I am hiding from everyone. I spend a lot of time at home, which let me tell you can be pretty damn boring when it's too hot to even walk outside. I miss just being able to drive a long drive without seeking a doctors okay. Pregnant women are sort of treated like invalids. Especially one toting two bambinos around. So, if you invite me to something and I dodge the event, simply know it isn't you. It is me and I dodge everyone, especially events that might have cameras involved. No pictures please!
That about wraps it up for this whining session. Thanks for reading along.
this was a very honest post, and every pregnant (i'm guessing) feels this way at some point. and if they say they don't, they are lying bitches. and if you want, i can call you to talk about real stuff. frankly, the only thing i find fascinating about you housing 2 babies is that if they are boys, you are potentially growing 2 penises inside you. in the words of carrie bradshaw, "that's so sci-fi."
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