hola, isabel

I comfortably wore high heels to work almost everyday with Babboo.  I assumed I’d do the same thing with this pregnancy.

Last Wednesday I came into the office and sat down at my desk.  My back instantly informed me that that day would be my last day to wear high heels.

I feel like I’ve given up.

I woke up on Tuesday to a very large and uncomfortable body.  I felt like I had grown substantially overnight.  I reminded myself of when I was pregnant with Babboo and how hard that last little bit of pregnancy is.  And then I reminded myself…I AM NOT AT THE LAST LITTLE BIT.  I have ten more weeks of this.  It’s just going to get worse.

Ten more weeks and I feel like I’ve given up.

The last two evenings I’ve sat on the couch hemming all of my maternity slacks so that I can wear them with flats.  And I’m not talking about cute and sassy flats that make a girl feel feminine and stylish.

Oh no, I’m talking about shoes that have one purpose and one purpose only: comfort.

(Those are my exact shoes.  And they are not cute.)

I can’t deny the fact that my back doesn’t hurt as much as before.  I can’t deny that my feet aren’t as swollen.  I can’t deny the spring in my step as I walk up the stairs at work.

I can’t deny the sheer comfort.

I feel like I’ve given up. That I have been conquered.

(Let’s not even talk about the fact that I’ve worn my hair in a ponytail everyday for the last three months.  Seriously.)

But I can’t give up.  The vain girl in me won’t allow it.  And so everyday I apply make up.  I wear cute jewelry.  I smell good.  I keep my finger nails manicured, my toes painted and my legs shaved.  Heck, I’m still wearing about 90% of non maternity tops.  (In fact today I’m wearing an XS non maternity shirt.  For reals.)  (Yes, it’s very stretchy.  But dude, EXTRA SMALL.)  (Take that!)

Just like last time I’ve realized that coming into work everyday is truly a blessing.  Having to be in my office, ready to go, at seven means getting out of bed, taking a shower, and trying to look as presentable as I always have.  (Except you know, wearing FLATS!)

I have a friend that is pregnant also.  She’s quite a few months behind me.  She’s been sick.  Very, very sick.  “Can’t get out of bed or bother to brush her teeth” sick.  It’s been miserable for her.  She’s a SAHM.  She doesn’t have to get up every morning.  While I’m thankful I was never that sick, I’m also thankful that I have a place I have to go to everyday.  As lame as it sounds, I’m thankful to go to work everyday.  (I am also thankful that my cubicle is located near a bathroom.  Because hello, breech baby sitting right on top of my bladder!)

And on a whole other topic, The King’s been training the last few months to climb Mt. Rainier.  You know, Mt. Rainier which has a topographic prominence greater than that of K2.  The darn thing is tall.  Really tall.  And snowy.  And also an active volcano.  So while my body’s been adjusting to carrying a baby, his body has been training hard.  He’s even done an overnight initial hike of Mt. Rainier just to “check things out”.  (He said that due to the amount of snow he wasn’t really able to actually “check” anything out.  He couldn’t even see three feet in front of himself.)  (This does not sound like fun to me.)

What I’m saying is that The King’s intense training makes up for me wearing flats to work everyday.

He’s so awesome.  (And also maybe a little crazy?)