A few things I used to take for granted before pregnancy:
- Tying my shoes. My bows on my tennies are sideways now when I tie them. Mental note: Must find a comfortable pair of slip-ons… and soon.
- Bending over to pick something up. At least not with my normal quick reflexes, nor bending at the waist with any finesse. It’s a deliberate, slow movement to pick something up from the floor now.
- Getting up from sitting the floor. I usually turn over on all fours and push up from there. Though, sometimes, if Kevin is there, I ask him for help. Either way, I can’t just stand up from sitting like I used to.
- Walking at my usual break-neck speed. Even though I exercise, I still get winded trying to keep up with Kevin at our “usual” walking speed. As for running? Yeah, that’s just not going to happen.
- My waistline. It’s slowly being taken over, week by week. I know it’s for the best, and I know it will return, but I still miss it.
- No bathroom breaks during movies. If a movie goes longer than an hour and a half, I can’t make it. I missed parts of both Iron Man and Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull. Though, I made it through Wall-E (barely).
Also, this isn’t something I take for granted, but something I find amusing:
- The “stare”. Yup, I’m finally getting it. People stare at the belly, and then happen to look me in the eye. Not the other way around. Also, small children are seriously amused by my belly and last week at Lowes a very young boy kept mimicking me by rounding his arms in front of him and walking back and forth. It was adorable and he was giggling up a storm.
And, these.. just plain drive me batty:
- The hunger that strikes without warning. I’ve never really been a huge eater, and when it came to food, I was the one in control, not the other way around. This is no longer the case. Now, I will get ravenously, must-eat-something-NOW hungry all of the sudden and seemingly out of nowhere. Not too long ago, we were driving home and I almost started crying because I was suddenly so hungry and no food was around. I learned my lesson and keep snacks (nuts, fruit bars) in my purse at all times now. It really sucks.
- Getting asked the question, “How far along are you?” When I answer, I always get, “Oh… but, you look so small.” What the heck does that mean??? If I hear that one more time, I might just scream, because, seriously, Binary Boy has been consistently ahead of schedule on both weight and length! It’s weird, because no matter how far along I’ve been, I’ve always received the same response.