Good day vs. yucky day

It's pointless to point out that I'm being pessimistic about this pregnancy but frankly I don't care to get optimistic at this point. I have spent the last three days with feet that has swollen up on me on and off throughout the day. It's really annoying since the day outside is so gorgeous and here I am, with both my air conditioners on full blast trying to stay cool so my feet doesn't get worse. Unfortunately I didn't have much luck with my plan so my feet has blown up again! I think the discomfort is minor compared to how disgusting it looks.

I really don't understand why women go around calling pregnancy a beautiful experience because so far I've discovered it is a very disgusting experience. Your belly swells up and eventually gets so big that when the baby moves it looks like an alien life form. The swollen belly makes taking care of basic hygiene a strenuous exercise. Of course there's the evil nature of food that you discover with pregnancy since you can't digest it properly and along comes the gas, the bloating, and not to mention painful indigestion and heartburns. Apparently there is the danger of become constipated, developing gestational diabetes, and a whole slew of other health conditions that comes with the territory.

I miss my body. I miss being able to eat what I want, exercise w/o any concern to hurting myself. Shoot, I miss being able to haul shopping from the car to my apartment no matter how heavy it was. Something as simple as unscrewing the top off a bottle of Gatorade would be nice. Or even being able to tie my shoes. I'm not feeling too pleased with this day or my body's own limitations.

On the flip side, I am thankful that my body withstood this pregnancy as well as it has. I'm looking forward to seeing my son. His room is ready. He's got all his furniture, clothes and everything else. I'm just waiting for my son to make his entrace into this world. Guess I have no choice but to wait now. I think he has started to downward decent but I won't know for certain until I have my next check up on Wednesday. It's getting closer. Christopher is a very lucky little boy. Imagine all the people who are waiting to meet him. Maybe that's the true miracle in the pregnancy, the fact that out of all that disgusting, inconvenient "things" you have to go through, you end up with a life, a human life, one that is brand new, just waiting to live. A warm, cute bundle of hope and dreams and endless possibilities.

Imagain, that was all of us when we were born....which brings up the questions...whatever happened to all those endless possibilities?