The florist smiled at me as I waited for her to finish trimming the bouquet I’d selected.
“Are you having a boy?” she asked.
I beamed. “I am! We’re so excited.” I cocked my head. “How did you know it’s a boy?”
The florist raised her eyebrows. “Well, moms pregnant with boys tend to look…tired and drained. Moms pregnant with girls look bright and energized.” Her facial expression was that of someone who just told me she ate the last of my ice cream and wasn’t that sorry about it.
I wish I could have seen my own expression at that moment.
There are lots of emojis I could pick to accurately describe my reaction, but Word won’t let me use emoijis. Alas.
I did laugh, however. Because what do you say to that? “Oh wow, you look tired and drained, too!”
I’m chuckling as I write, because people are funny. And I’m assuming she didn’t mean it to come out that way.
But for real, I am thankful and awestruck to be pregnant. Our journey wasn’t the easiest to get here, and I truly experience each day of pregnancy as an incredible gift.
And yet, no matter my overall attitude, pregnancy has also been a tidal wave full of awkward moments and emotions.
There are a few things I’d like to laugh about:
1. The lady behind the counter at Staples told me an epidural will ruin my life. However, I am not deterred. Give it to me.
2. Sometimes…I get stuck in the cushions of our couch. Like a wobble-weeble, if you will. I am okay with this! Because when else can I experience a day in the life of a Tellytubby? Hashtag blessed.
3. Our bed is tall. These days Michael hoists me into it, like we’re cheerleaders and he’s the base and I’m the fly. Unless of course I choose to instead grab the mattress and roll myself onto it with an adorable grunt like…yes, a Tellytubby. A Tellytubby who grunts.
4. The last time Michael went to the grocery by himself to do our weekly grocery shopping, the cashier asked him if he was stocking up for the whole month. “No,” he said. “Just for the week.” Apparently this confused her. “Wow. How many kids do you have?” she asked. “Uh…my wife is pregnant…” was his response. (P.S. – that haul lasted me five days.) Hashtag YOLO.
5. Everyone knows your belly gets bigger when you’re pregnant. But why doesn’t anyone warn you about your butt? Asking for a friend.
6. I was awake for two hours last night because for some reason it hit me at 4 a.m. that I will be going through labor in a few short months. HOW DO YOU DO LABOR? Also asking for a friend. I’ve heard you can’t eat during it. I should probably sign up for a birthing class. I will add that to the list of things I keep forgetting to do…
7. I have lost the capacity to remember anything.
8. I have also lost the capacity to eat without burping. Hashtag sorry not sorry.
9. All I really want is for you to tell me I look amazing, feed me a block of cheese, and direct me to the nearest bathroom.
10. And, last but not least, these have been some of the sweetest months of my life. I love the way God has slowly been introducing me and Michael to our baby boy through sweet times of prayer and little baby kicks. I love nesting. I love talking to my baby. I love that he kicks when I’m falling asleep. I love that God hand-picked him for us, and us for him. I love that his nursery is blue. I love his heartbeat. I love my big belly. I love the way strangers go out of their way to hold the door for me. I love that baby is totally in God’s hands and not my own. I love that Michael is the daddy. I love that we have no clue how to be parents. I love that we’re learning it together. I love this gift of life in my womb.
So, ladies. Let’s laugh with the “florists” we come across, because we know the very breath we are breathing is the most wonderful gift.
And maybe…just maybe…when your “florist” gets home from work…someone will have eaten all her ice cream.
Blessings to you,