Before Baby Taco, I lived by these famous words:
I’ve always been a firm believer that getting a manicure and pedicure clears the fog of any circumstance and helps me think of solutions. This has gotten me through a fifth year of undergraduate studies, my first year of teaching and graduate school, blowouts with my parents during wedding planning, and countless other bumps in the road.
Until now. Pregnancy has conquered me.
Today, after a mere two days of teaching, I was defeated. My feet are aching and swollen from circulating the classroom all day. I’m overwhelmed with planning and prepping. I’m hungry all the time and have gained the weight to prove it. ST and I came home to an overflowing laundry hamper, a nearly empty fridge, packages that needed to be mailed weeks ago, and a very enthusiastic puppy who needs a lot of attention. I planned on walking around the corner to indulge my sore feet in a warm soak and polish change at the salon but all I could manage to do was cry and nap. It seems like all I can manage to do these days is lay around.
Even dressing myself is a daily struggle; no matter what, I’m in pain at the end of the day. That, combined with TSW, leaves me feeling haggard and ugly all the time. Sometimes a girl just wants to feel pretty – not for anyone but herself.
Believe it or not, this post is more than just an outlet for my complaints. Even though these past 25 weeks haven’t been rainbows, butterflies, and pregnancy glow, I want to remember every minute of it. Never have I experienced so many sudden changes and feelings.
Tonight, as we sprawl out on our couch, utterly exhausted, watching the results of the primary, I’m okay with what I was able and unable to accomplish. Tomorrow is a new day and it brings us closer to meeting this feisty little girl we created.