Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Mt. Hawkins

Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just me......I really really really feel pregnant now. It's a little hard to get around and in and out of bed. My little Hill Hawkins sure feels like Mount Hawkins. I'm sitting here in bed looking at the keyboard on my laptop over my bloated belly. I had one of those days where I wore a dress that was cute and flattering, where you could tell my belly has a bump. Then it happened. I was standing at the copy machine and someone said, you look great! You don't even look pregnant!

Lawdy mercy hold me back. I know it was a compliment, but hello there has to come a point where I really am not this fat in real life. I may look the same but I feel like bloated road kill. It was just one of those days. It all goes back to do you want people to think you look the same as before or look pregnant? Flip a coin you have a 50-50 shot of making me pissy or happy. Safe bet is to just say you look great! and then leave it at that. I can take it to whatever mood I'm in.

Don't get me wrong, I feel good and have no real complaints as far as Hill and I go. It's just these wishy washy hormones. It's like some days I need to be exercised by either a priest and some days a personal trainer.

This too shall pass..........I hope.

With my poo poo head rant out of the way I do have to say on a positive note I sure have been having GREAT hair days lately. I would say 3 in a row so far. I hope I don't jinx it. Maybe if you see me you can score brownie points and say - Hey! You look great...wow, and so does your hair!

3 comments:

Susie S said...

yay for great hair days! Sorry for your hormones. I almost cried cause chick fil a gave me the wrong kind of salad today. and kinda wanted to stab daniel for not understanding why the wrong salad would upset me so much. :) I can't wait to see you next weekend!

Marsha said...

Love it! At least you're dealing wtih adults. My students are very interested in this progressing pregnancy, and one boy went so far as to say, "Mrs. M--you look like you're having twins." Yep...what do you say to that?

Rachel said...

Marsha, it's not what you say...it's what you do. You slap them then claim self defense. That is traumatic.