Profound
grief changes everything. EVERYTHING. On the rare occasions when I manage to
feel something beyond the bone shattering ache that feeling is huge. My
adoration for my man, HUGE. My affection for my son, HUGE. My irritation at the
stupid things people care about, HUGE.
I’ve ‘discovered’
pinterest recently. Not that I didn’t know it existed but I hadn’t checked it
out. I find myself wasting all sorts of time scrolling through the endless
pins. My favorites are the DIY. I’m presently DIYing an ottoman and a side
table. I’ll let you know how those turn out just in case you care.
Occasionally
I come across a ‘fitness motivation’ picture. Seriously? I mean, come on
people. I’m a running, weight training, any kinda workouting, yogi but these pictures
are NOT motivational. They just make me feel fat. I don’t want to feel fat.
My
body is currently on the ‘there’s a human growing inside you’ expansion plan. I’ve
had numerous fits about the baby’s apparent need for love handles and saddle
bags. The first few times my husband appealed to the scientist in me by
reminding me that one of the functions of progesterone (pregnancy hormone) is
to instruct he body to store energy. It didn’t work. He’s since given that up
for sympathetic grunts and repeated ‘I think you’re sexy’s (yes, he’s awesome).
But
the other day my crying hissy fit in the middle of my now-too-small clothes
strewn about the floor, those cursed pinterest pictures and my new way of
looking at the world collided. I’m done. My stretch marks, love handles, saddle
bags, dark circles, weird skin what-cha-ma- callits and weight gain is because
my SON is growing inside me. By gosh if I’m not gonna rock it. I had 39 weeks
with Damon that no one else in the world got. I’ll be damned if I’m going to
waste the 39 weeks I have with Raz.
Pregnancy
is beautiful. Every ounce gained, every scar that rips its way across my belly,
even the love handles. Beautiful. And every single second that I get and got
with my boys is worth it. Consider my attitude adjusted.
I adore you...
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DeleteYou are amazing!
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