This weekend I reached two unusual milestones. I suppose, perhaps, they are typical marks of pregnancy, they were just unexpected. The first occurred when my husband brought in the mail. I believe it was Friday, the weekend is somewhat hazy, but I have a firm thought as to why it was Friday. My husband gave me a package. It was a huge white plastic bag. I knew what was inside it. "Yay! Compression socks!" I did not say this phrase out loud, but I did have to check with my wonderful husband to clarify. To make things worse, another package was delivered on Sunday. Shall you dare guess the phrase I uttered that instantly makes me 30+ years older. Let the good times roll, I've got a two pack coming in the mail. I hope I don't wet myself in anticipation and excitement.
The second milestone came upon dressing on Sunday morning. I put on a t-shirt and looked in the mirror to find a shirt with the tummy stretched taught. It looked uncomfortable. Looks are not important to me, but Matt is now at an understanding that he is not permitted to let me leave the house if I remotely look like I may appear on the People of Wal-Mart website. That evening I was getting ready for bed and realized nearly all of my t-shirts are a size medium. I am now wearing my husband's t-shirts to bed. No word yet if this practice will continue on weekends, when I typically dress down and ditch the maternity gear that I sport for work.
On the plus side, I am going to give you a great visual. I used a chainsaw to cut a few trees down this weekend. Yup, my husband has it rough, his wife is nearly six months pregnant and is cutting down trees and shrubs with dangerous yard equipment.
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