Ah. 38 weeks along. Depending on the minute, the angle of the sun, and whether or not I'm mid-contraction, I'd say I'm dealing ok with it all. I don't remember being anxious with my first pregnancy till I was officially done working, exactly one week before he was due. This time? I think I was done being pregnant the beginning of last week. I like to think I've done a great job this time around handling all the ridiculous comments from strangers, my 0-60 temper, and all the emotions that come along with you know- growing a human. My husband and close friends may feel otherwise but no one cares what they think, right? RIGHT.
Which leads me to my rant of today's blog post: THINGS IM FAR TOO PREGNANT FOR....
I am FAR too pregnant to put up with the cashiers at Target who are always trying to get me to sign up for a Red Card or debit card. Or whatever they are. SHUT UP OMFG. And on this note, I’m entirely too pregnant to try to figure out if I’m to swipe or insert my debit card at checkouts. Why does giving someone my money take this much brain power and patience? And the obnoxious noise the machine makes if you don't take your card out the second it's done processing. UGH! ALSO, on another Target frustration- WHY do I have to scan my own f*cking items in an APP to see if they are on sale?!?! If that's not the most ridiculous way of treating your customers, I'm not sure what else is. Make me sign up for a dumb membership card, take my phone number because you know I don't keep them, and let all my stuff ring up on sale. I do not have the time between wrangling a toddler, finding my 1/6 debit/credit cards (my personal, my business, my husband's 3 business cards, his personal) OMG- TO BE SCANNING MY CART IN AN APP TO SEE IF I GOT 5% OFF. But, Target is life and I will continue going back 3-4x a week because, Target. <3
I’m too pregnant to care that my (almost) 2 year old has watched every single episode of Puppy Dog Pals, Mickey Mouse, and some Mickey Racing show. Oh- and we are still cycling through Christmas movies such as - Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas and the Grinch. Thanks DVR.
I’m too pregnant to stay awake longer than 5 hours at a time. Even that's a stretch.
I'm too pregnant to deal with the stares and the pity look from strangers while I am out. Yes, I am super pregnant. Yes, I'm wrestling a toddler into his car seat and if you don't stop staring at me- I'm going to sit on you.
I'm too pregnant to give an exact date of when I'm due. "Soon" is my answer. Because anytime I give my due date, someeeee type of comment is made of how I'm not going to make it. You're right, I'm not. So don't get yourself punched by pointing out the obvious! I thank you.
And lastly, I am far too pregnant to give many you-know-whats about my clothes not fitting. I'm just getting creative at this point. Date night this past Friday- I wore a pre-pregnancy dress as a shirt. Yep. Sure did. No shame here.
And on that note, it's nap time and this mama is taking full advantage! Here's to hoping this is my last pregnancy update and the next one will be introducing our sweet girl to you all! <3