I'm Hot and Fat. How Are You?

It can be pretty easy to let the discomforts of pregnancy distract from the miracle of it all.

. . . the heartburn, the swollen feet, the swollen fingers, the backaches, the constant trips to the potty, the weight gain, etc etc etc . . .

I've done my share of complaining lately (just ask St. John.)
In my defense, the A/C quit working on a 59891445 degree day and my fingers got so swollen I was worried I was going to get stretch marks on my hands. Seriously.

Now that the A/C is back in working order, I am able to be a little less hot and a little more rational.

I pulled out some old pictures of Megan to remind me of what is to come.

In a few months these temporary discomforts will be over and I'll have another one of these to snuggle. (except he'll be wearing blue instead of pink)

I am so amazingly lucky.

Why do I find it so easy to forget that????

I'm going to try to remind myself of how lucky I am when I feel the urge to complain.

When John gets lippy with me I lovingly say,

"Have some respect. I'm a walking miracle!"

Seriously though, I am a walking miracle.

I have been given an incredible gift.

I'm going to try to stop complaining about being hot and fat

and start being more GRATEFUL that my hot, fat self is able to bring a new life into this world.

Like I said . . . a walking miracle.

Time to take my own advice and have some respect.

:)