Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I told Jeff last night that I felt like an alien. As I look at myself I see this large, clumsy person with very strange looking, puffy feet. I walk funny and I hurt all over. It's all part of pregnancy, I know, but sometimes it just kind of seems comical. Sometimes, when I'm going through my day and everyone is just going about their day, I feel like hitting the "pause" button and just screaming out, "don't you people see what is going on here!!! I'm turning into an alien and no one seems to notice!". Of course I said all this with tears running down my face (at the end of a long day with hormones raging), and so my dear husband, instead of laughing at what I am sure was a funny melodrama, just pulled me close and asked me if I wanted him to rub my back. To which I sniffed and said, yes. I then climbed in to bed and had a whole night of dreams that my water was breaking. Alas, I am here in the morning, completely dry, and we continue our lives, living with this alien, I mean, our dear sweet baby Grace.