Countdown

Well, here I am, just 9 days away from going to the hospital to pay a group comprised of doctors and nurses to burst my little baby bubble.  I am excited, not ready to share the angel and tired as tired can get. Nothing new.  I have been here twice before.  We shall soon see whether or not this crew of baby bubble busters can handle someone who doesn't trust many, if any hailing from the medical field.  I suppose I should let them in on the secret to my heart.  First, don't tell me I can't do something.  Second, keep that awesome, finely chopped ice coming!!  Perhaps I will just let them figure it out on their own. I am kinda evil that way.

I want you to imagine something for me.  Think of the creature from the black lagoon.  Now think of the stay-puft marshmallow man.  Morph these creatures together in your mind.  I know you can do it...I mean come on, in this day and age we see scientists growing human ears on the backs of rats! 

Got the picture?  Add long blond hair, large, swollen breasts, tired blue eyes and an engorged stomach.  Imagine it walking towards you, like a penguin.  That is me!!

Ok, so seaweed isn't hanging from my shoulders and I am a bit more tan than a marshmallow, but I feel like some strange cross bred creature.  I am bloated, sore, tired and cranky.  I can't walk straight, think straight or even sit straight.  I have a mirror so I know exactly what I look like.  If one more person tells me that I am glowing I think I am going to scream!  I smile at these people, shyly.  They don't know that in my mind I am yelling LIAR LIAR!!

At least my four year old tells it like it is.  He frequently tells me, "Mama, you don't look so good today" or my favorite, "Mama, you look kinda puffy and squishy."  AHA!  Finally the truth! 

Alright, off the pitiful hormone soap box. 

Next Friday I will be introducing another angel to the world.  I can't wait to hold her, nibble on her little toes and smooch that sweet smelling head.  I am still in shock that I am so blessed to be allowed another child to raise and set loose on the world.  As miserable as I am, I don't want to be unpregnant.  I love feeling that spark of life growing and maturing in my belly.  Makes me feel part of something so special and magical.  A million days of stress and frustration are easily forgotten when I watch my kids smile...hear them laugh or listen to them sing.  Being a mom is the best job....and honest hard days work what pays off second by second in hugs, kisses and smiles.

Now I need a nap.