Yesterday I was kindly and gently reminded that it’s been SIX days since my last post.
And since I cherish and love said friend I promised her a post.
I just didn’t guarantee it would be a fun one.
Since lex just started school this past year this is our first “flu season” as a preschooler. Which has been snotty- but not that bad. Until last week. Last week she got hit like a ton of snotty, coughy, feverish bricks with the flu. It knocked her on her ass… And then proceeded to knock me on mine.
Because life in general doesn’t suck enough at 38 weeks pregnant. For a few days I was certain (hoping!) I would cough and mackenzie would magically fall out.
No such luck.
Instead as we round the corner into “she can come any day now!” I’m praying that every round of Braxton hicks will make its way into contractions and this babe makes her debut even if we all have to wear surgical masks and we greet her as a family of eyes so germy germs arent spread.
I swear I wrote this article. This girl is my pregnancy spirit animal. And at this point I’m ready to get off the ride and get my body back. I’m just not a cute, fun, or even remotely happy pregnant girl. Instead I gain 50lbs, have been rocking cankles for longer than I care to admit, and have become a morning sickness master.
But I pride myself in not being a complainer because A. I signed up (enthusiastically!) for this ride and B. It could be worse. Things can always be worse. Just know we aren’t all sunshine, and rainbows, and unicorns over here.
Plus I’ve convinced myself that mackenzie will come early just like her sister. I’m helping homegirl along by having a date with this salad dressing. And when it doesn’t work you can find me desperately trying to stay busy for the next week and a half.
and yes. there is proof that not every round of pictures produces a clear winner. and proof that this kid has been giving me a pouty face for daaaaayz.