The Shift

I can already tell it's going to be a Good Day... in my search for a pair of matching socks for my freezing cold feet in a large laundry basket (entirely made up of teeny little girl panties and 4 trillion socks), I picked two that matched in 1 second flat. If that doesn't start your day off right, I really don't know if anything help you.

I'm definitely showing now. I haven't actually gained weight (have I mentioned I've LOST 20 pounds since my Resolve?! You know, with maintaining craaazy behavior like eating less and better), but my weight is shifting. Fourth kid & my uterus is all: "Pregnant? I know pregnant! Here, let me expand to the width of a doorway for a three inch baby. You're welcome. Now give me chocolate." Believe it or not, I have already crossed into the domain of The Gigantic Panty. I don't know if it's even allowed to call them panties once they've crossed into the 'large enough to cover my two year old's entire body' category. Panties should be little and cute, perhaps sexy. These are not any of those things. But they suuure are comfy. I have a number of friends who just keep wearing their cute panties under their bellies (welcome to the exciting world of housewife dialogue), but I just can't get on board with that -- they just cut in at the wrong place and make me wriggle so attractively. And really, who am I trying to impress? (Poor, POOR Justin.) Sorry for all the panty talk, but it could've been so. much. worse.

I'm going to really try to ENJOY this pregnancy. I'm not one to ENJOY pregnancy. But this one is different; loooong awaited, muchly wanted (English as we know it is in trouble, 'muchly' was not highlighted by the spellchecker. MUCHLY.) and it will be my last, so says I. It's high time I enjoy it and not count the minutes until I get to drink margaritas. And to add a little incentive for enjoyment, it seems I'm over the worst - KNOCK ON WOOD - of the "morning" sickness. For the first time in entirely too long, I cooked dinner for my family last night! It was a very complicated dish - pasta - and my kids couldn't stop raving about how I was the BEST COOK EVER! Hugs and kisses for THE BEST COOK EVER! They're so easy to please. And cute, really really cute. I dig my kids. Now if they'll just leave me alone - I'm tryyying to write about how much I adore them! Geez.