Friday, June 25, 2010

Wine (Whine)

The first two times I was pregnant, I kinda liked it.  Kinda.  Now I'm a little older and maybe a little more selfish or perhaps a little wiser.  I hate being pregnant.  I want a drink.  A glass of wine.  A vodka and cranberry.  I want to stand outside and have a smoke (I'm not a regular smoker by any means, but damn it's nice to have a smoke or two whilst gulping down a pbr).  I want to stay up late without getting tired.  I want to be able to MOVE without running out of breath.  I want to take the kids places and run around all day without wanting to collapse.  I'm utterly amazed at the amount of energy I had before I got pregnant.  This is all for a good cause, I know.  I have a baby boy inside of me, depending on me.  And I already love him deeply.  

But I just want to be skinny again.

I want to be skinny while having a drink.  I want to be skinny while having a drink while running after my kids.  I want to be skinny again while having a drink while running after my kids while hanging out with my husband without being snarky.  I. Just. Want. To. Feel. Normal. Again. 

But I really want Beckett.  I want to hold him and love him and kiss him.  So I guess I'll be tired, snarky and fat for the next four months.  At least I have a good excuse.

Here.  Look at some old pics of my fabulously adorable kids.  Definitely worth nine months of discomfort.



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  2. They are so cute!! Kiera is so adorable with those cheeks!! I thought Aiden had big cheeks when he was born!!! WOWEE!!

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