Say Something

In an effort to circle back around to the entire reason why I created this little slice of bloggerdum, I’ve finally managed to tie a song lyric into the whole mess of being knocked up. This little apostrophe hit me while I was getting ready to go to the doctors yesterday and has just really marinated with me ever since. The song is brought to you by A Great Big World featuring Christina Aguilera.

“Say Something,

I’m giving up on you”

Now at first this looks a bit dark, but I assure you it has nothing to do with the decision to bring a human into our family. It is solely focused around my body’s response to being near the end of this whole process.

While oiling up the giant belly after the shower yesterday, I noticed that my belly button is trying desperately to hang on to being an innie. It’s put through a real valiant effort to the point where it has been painful. I almost would blame it at this stage in the game if it decided to try and jump ship. What I haven’t been as prepared for is how terribly OLD I am looking now. Seeing as how my body has decided to give up on sleep for various reasons such as peeing every hour, acid reflux, distracting vivid dreams, or insomnia, I am tired. A lot. And that’s all well and good and to be expected. What I wasn’t expecting what my face to give up on the very thought that youth will ever return and that this is all temporary. The wrinkles… oh the wrinkles. I now have the task of doing research to try and find something that will fill these bad boys back in, at least a little. Puffy eyes with suitcases big enough to travel Europe for a year under them are adding to the total and utter identity breakdown. And don’t even get me started on the weight gain. Between the cankles and the swollen sausage fingers we have no entered the joint pain and face bloating phase.

So yes, my poor body is pleading with me to tell it that I will not give up on it. And I am pleading with the growing tiny female human inside me to not make me wait a full 4 or more weeks. Sausage fingers and cocktail weenie toes crossed!