I want my body back, please.

I am so excited to have my baby, but not for all the reasons you may think. I'm excited to have my body back. I'm looking forward to being able to sit in one position for more than 30 minutes without feeling uncomfortable or even, for some reason, lightheaded. And I'm looking forward to being able to sit through a session at the temple without anxiously awaiting for it to be over so I can either a) go to the bathroom or b) get some cool air so I don't pass out or c) all of the above. It will also be nice to be able to get up from bed without having to what my husband calls "the roll" instead of just sitting up like most normal people. Bending in the middle just doesn't work too well anymore. I will also love having a larger variety of clothes to choose from in the morning. Right now I'm pretty much stuck with 4-5 outfits. Oh joy. And I definitelty won't miss going to the bathroom in the middle of the night or having to sleep on my side. It'll be nice to sleep on my stomach again without feeling like I'm laying on a basketball.

Some things I will actually miss about being pregnant, though. At the top of my list is I will miss not having a good excuse to eat any time and at any place. And I'm sure Lance will miss having accessible snacks everywhere, too. (He particularly enjoys stealing my crackers during sacrament meeting.) And, well, that's about all that I think I'll miss. Actually, I take that back, I thought of one more--I will miss feeling her kick in my tummy. I know sometimes she can get a little carried away and kick into my ribs or sometimes she won't settle down when I'm trying to sleep, but I still will miss not feeling her little person inside of me. I know that sounds weird, but that's just how it is.

And please excuse me. I know my posts are all about babies or being pregnant, but it's all I ever think about anymore. Like Sis. Morgan says, though, we have to stop and see what's happening to us now, and this is the biggest thing happening in my life right now. So here it is.

P.s. Anona, girl, when the heck are you due? And thanks for the warning on the childbirth video.


T & J said...

Congratulations. From the sarcastic voice, I was picturing Anona's ranting until I saw "Lance," then I thought "Sweet Leanna?" Ha ha. Thanks for making my day better. You painted quite the picture for all of us.
By the way, thanks for letting me feel your baby girl kick while we were in seminar. I was shocked at how hard it was! She's going to have quite the personality--she already does, obviously.
Wish I could be here to see the "finished product." Sorry, does that sound too mechanical? You know what I mean. I'll live vicariously through your blog :)

E. Anona said...

Leanna, you have said it all. Seriously, you've summed up the pregnancy experience. (I loooove having an excuse to eat during sacrament meeting. Hate the belly that has doomed me to three outfits. Definitely going to miss the baby's spaz attacks/kicking)

I'm due the 13th of July, but my sister had this dream that I would have the baby on June 28th...which is tomorrow. Which is totally cool with me. I wake up every night at 3:00 a.m. starving and I just had an emotional breakdown stopped only by the appearence of my mother at the door bringing me raspberries...how did she know?

I haven't been emotionally unstable too often, but there's this country song by Trace Adkins...yes, I listen to country, but I'm still cool; anyway, it was stuck in my head when I woke up, then I heard it on the radio, then the music video was on my TV. It's fueling the hormonal imbalance. But I kind of enjoy sobbing on the couch to my country music...is this wrong?