You know how in the old days when a girl got pregnant and was sent away from friends and family only to return after the baby was born? I finally get it. It was not because the family was ashamed. Oh no! They were actually sparing the poor girl from the embarrassment of growing big and fat in front of all of the people she knows. And confinement? You know, that last month of pregnancy when they would shut the woman in a dark room? It was just to spare her the necessity of finding clothing that would fit over her bloated belly.
Case in point: I have a pair of pajama pants that look and fit better on me than anything else in my wardrobe at the moment. However, if I wore them every day to the grocery store and the mall and to church I would get some odd looks. If I were sent away to the middle of nowhere for the duration of the pregnancy or at the very least didn't have to go anywhere for the last month, it wouldn't matter if I just sat around in my pjs all day.
If you can't tell, I have hit the point where I am DONE being pregnant! I am tired of feeling like a beached whale and sick of the incredulous expressions on people's faces when I tell them I have three more months to go. Yesterday I was thinking I would put myself in exile until I have had this baby. Either that or you might just see me wandering around in my pajama pants, regardless of how sloppy it looks...
Thanks for letting me vent. =) I promise, the next blog will be more upbeat.