Day to day, I get such a range of comments. When in scrubs, I generally get told, "I can't even tell you're pregnant! You look great for 35 weeks." Conversely, in an outfit like the purple shirt above, I am frequently asked "Are you sure there aren't twins in there?" or "You're ready to pop!" or just speechlessness when my answer to "When are you due?" is: "in 5 weeks"! Also, just looking at the side by side, you can see that the angle makes a HUGE difference as to whether I am carrying "high" or "low" or whether the baby has "dropped". One day, I thought it might be fun to update my Facebook status with every single comment I got through the day regarding my pregnancy. I still might.
Last night, I insisted we go to the pool, mostly to relieve some pressure from my hips and back. It did the trick. I feel like a new woman today. But it also made me look at, smile with, and enjoy my little family. It reminded me how lucky I truly am. How ridiculous it is that I constantly complain about my relatively minor aches and pains. Watching Curtis play by himself, sitting on the little bubbling fountains, giggling, without a care in the world, melts my heart. Observing Brock in his floaties, trying to swim after and play with a group of big boys, just makes me laugh...who does he think he is? Sweet, baby George, alternating between climbing on and cuddling with Matt and I fills my heart. Watching him sprint up the ramp after getting dressed, saying "nigh nigh", because we pushed him far past his 7:30 bedtime, is sad, yet, cute all at the same time. If a warm, August night, with the beautiful cloudless sky, in a huge, clean, pool, surrounded by the 4 (5) loves of your life isn't enough to make you love life and appreciate everything in it, than you need to get your head checked. Because, it's perfect.