Feeling Good About Feeling Bad

While window shopping yesterday, I found a pregnancy journal and decided to thumb through it.

I found myself getting rather excited. The book was both refreshing and comforting at the same time. Instead of being told about how magical this time is and asking me to document all of the wonderful picturesque things I imagine when thinking about the baby I am carrying, I was instead being encouraged to document and reflect on the changes that are happening as they come up, and with equal attention paid to the positive and negative aspects of it all.

It was almost as though this book was giving me permission to openly have a few mixed feelings about the astronomical changes that are happening to my body, and my life. Like it was telling me that it was ok, that I could be unhappy with my symptoms, or worried about the future while still being ecstatic about having a baby.

As well as asking for the gory details of my morning porcelain prayers, and how I will really feel about strangers touching my belly, the book also asks me to recount how I came to important decisions about which doctor I chose, my birth plan, and whether or not to find out the sex of the baby.

So naturally I bought the book. . . And filling it out has been both rewarding and time consuming.

For anyone interested, it's called 'The Belly Book' and I am assuming it can be bought wherever books are sold.

GIST 3 of 365

1) my voice echoing back at me from the empty walls of my new home.

2) pondering whether or not Richard Belzer will try to resurrect the lovable and paranoid Det. John Munch in yet another television show after this last season of Law and Order: SVU. ( see: Homicide: life on the street, The X-files, Arrested Development, Law and order: Sports Utility Vehicle, Law and Order: Original cheddar, and Law and Order: Trial by jury.)

3) My new home has a purple bathtub and decent water pressure!

4) The little pink drawings of pregnant broads on the life saving anti-nausea pills my doctor gave me.

5) A three week old Pygmy hippo! I imagine it swimming around in my purple bathtub.

GIST: 2 of 365

Welcome to my new life as an incubator! Where simplicity is . . . you know. . . something. My days now pass in a series of naps interrupted occationally with old episodes of the x-files and food.

But despite occational bordum, there is much to be greatful for!

1) a big comfy sweater

2) Finding out that even though it's been 12 years andI am all growed up, I am still freakin terrified of mothmen.

3) spagetti made by my dear sweet papa

4) das piper, who is willing to put up with pretty much any swing of my mood

5) sweet little owl hats by madhelmeteer on etsy. . . . can you say babyshower wishlist?