Can anyone help me with my underwear?

Can anyone help me with my underwear? (1 comment)

Posted on on August 29th, 2009 in: A Day in the Life of Abbey (and her family), Articles, Articles & Guest Blogs, MoM Thoughts, My Pregnancies.

I decided that 14 weeks and counting… wouldn’t suffice for the title of this post.

This morning while trying to get dressed, it occurred to me that I had to lean against my bedpost for balance to put on my panties and my shorts. This was a pregnancy symptom that I had totally forgotten about. Now that’s I’m definitely getting top heavy, anything going on or taking off below the belly is way too hard to accomplish without some assistance. Now, it’s time for the door balance or the bed balance so that I don’t fall over trying to just get dressed. Who would have thought that such an easy, mundane task would turn into a dangerous journey.

Yes, people have commented about the fact that the only toes that have nail polish on them are my big toes. Well, sorry the toenail grows much slower there and bending down is way to hard. There is also this other symptom called Preggo Brain that I have succumb to and with my toes it just means that I have all the good intentions of repainting my toe nails (since I wear flip flops everyday), but then I get upstairs to do it and I’ve moved on to something else. Another thing that I contemplated doing this morning was shaving my legs, but then just got too tired thinking about it.

Towards the end of my first pregnancy, I knew that the time was coming soon for delivery and since it was the middle of February, it was necessary that I shave my legs. I did not want to go into labor with hairy winter legs, so I sat in the tub with the shower running attempting to shave. What I totally forgot about was that I would eventually need to get up. I’m sure this was a feat in and of itself. If my memory serves me correctly, I was home alone and so I knew I would have to do it on my own. I’m sure it wasn’t a pretty sight, but as we know I”m not still sitting in my tub with an 18 month old.

I’m glad that I don’t have to work outside the home and wear nonsense clothes like pantyhose or shoes with straps. I couldn’t even imagine how long that would take to do in the morning. In the fall and winter, pants will be hard enough. So, for now, I just wobble along until I get my body back.