Hey-o,
Ya, I know its been a long time. Broken my own resolution of writing at least 1 blog a month. But that's me all shits and farts (oops, I meant fits and starts). But I mean to take fooltoo advantage of being preggers. It has been a roller coaster ride so far...
From da day I got a positive test result.....(hubby's reaction- "no problem"), to raging hormones, crankiness, backaches........and other little stuff I don't want to bore anyone with.
Right now I'm what I call "very pregnant". Yes, folks!!! Get this, there are stages of being pregnant. There's da "little bit pregnant", where u spend da whole day getting intimate with da inner workings of da toilet bowl. Where the slightest smell sends u into a tizzy, and pea green is da colour of the day. Then there's the definitely pregnant. Where u show, and supposedly u glow.(Why does that never happen with me. When I think I'm glowing, I get told "go powder ur nose, it's oily!"). Me, I'm now what u call the very very pregnant.
When I was pregnant with my son, I was light and graceful as a ballerina. I could sit on da floor and get up easily. This time people on da road look at me as if to say "Are u STILL pregnant"? The tummy makes an entrance 10 minutes before me. I can't see my toes. And I catch any able bodied volunteer to fasten the Velcro on my floaters.
But wait a minute, there is definitely an upside to all of this, is there not? Consider.....the BEST for all its little faults, makes an allowance for me to climb from the front door........I get asked "do u crave anything?" and if I do, things appear like magic in front of me....(courtesy my dear hubby, fantastic mom, and fabbity fab friends)........my son is more aware about playing rough in the house......my friends always save me a seat in the choir loft, no matter how crowded the church is.......and best of all MY SURPRISE BABY SHOWER/........
Yes my dear readers........how lucky am I................ I knew about Rochelle calling Andrew(hubby) a couple of times........but honestly, I never did connect the two.............when ur back is stiff as a poker stick it's difficult to think about anything but "the end is near". After cleaning the house like a dervish all morning, the hubby all but orders me to put on my best (and only) maternity dress and "come away with me". Anywhere "out", is a vacation for me, so I don't object. We go to the mall, get a Mcgrill with diet coke......and chill for some time. Then head home. By this time I really have to pee........but acc to the hubby, "You can hold it". Hell hath no fury than a very pregnant woman denied her right to pee. (Trivia: In the UK it is perfectly legal for a pregnant woman to pee in a policeman's hat, in the absence of a convenient loo....how cool is that!)
Finally, we head home. He gives me da keys saying he's gotta tie his laces up...........how stupid can I get.......does any one tie their laces at their own front door instead of unlacing them??
Imagine my shock when I open the door and from the darkness, there's a shout of "SURPRISE!!!!" It was the bestest thing ever. All my friends from the choir had got together and organized this. It was the most touching thing. They decorated my home with pink and blue balloons and pics of cute babies on da wall........there was a cake 1/2 iced in blue saying "boy" and 1/2 iced in pink saying "girl". They had arranged for games and a lovely baby hamper for me.......there was dinner too......and the lovely things had even arranged for disposable cutlery and plates so that there would be no hassle of washing up.............there was dancing and singing....It was a super duper thing to do. So thank you Rochelle, Brynelle, Yoko, Savio, Allwyn, Lloyd, Swati, Peter and Richie.....Thank you also to absent friends Lynette and Ashok....I missed you there......... It's been 3 days since and I'm still going to bed with a smile on my face!
