That said, here is my personal list of what to expect when I AM expecting:
~I will go grocery shopping and then leave my groceries in the car. All night.
~I will have to remove my rings around the end of the first trimester.
~My nose will appear to grow several sizes.
~I will cry at sitcoms, commercials or a forwarded email with puppy and kitten pictures.
~I will feel like sleeping until noon, but will have an amazing burst of energy about 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
~I will lose all ability to gauge how much my food is salted. It will always be way over-salted or way-under salted. Start setting the table with extra ice water and the salt shaker, in either case.
~Likewise, I will lose all ability to gauge how hot or cold it is. I'll be wearing a sweater or my swimsuit--sometimes changing midway through the day.
~I will start having an ongoing conversation with my belly. Sometimes out loud.
~I will start craving things that I don't even like--such as soda, ice, and red meat.
~I will get extremely--extremely!--irritated when someone says he or she can't do something and then expect me to do it (such as bring meals to people, volunteer for ministry stuff, host a shower or party, or show up for a required meeting) because their life is "too busy" or "I have too much going on." YOU have too much going on? I'm growin' a human being and raising six others! Suck it up and make time. That's what grown-ups do.
~I will have the ability to smell dirty hair two rows behind me in church.
~I will have to buy new water glasses and mugs and/or dishes before the pregnancy is over. Somewhere around the end of the second trimester I get so clumsy that I break something about once a day.
~I will have to field dozens of questions about why I haven't had an ultrasound, a group B strep test, or a glucose test. What bugs people even more is when I won't give a firm due date, but say things like, "Oh, in the Fall" or "Sometime September or October."
~I sigh for seemingly no reason whatsoever. Sometimes it's from contentment (I really do love being pregnant) and sometimes from exhaustion (I did after all just walk up a flight of stairs carrying an extra 50 pounds or so).
|About two weeks before Saraa was born.|