Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Love, Bathroom, & Baby Goldfish?

I love these days when the weather turns around and the sun is shining. You can't help to be in a good mood! Today was another day in the life of a preggo lady. Today was my first day wearing maternity pants. I know it's still a little early on to need a new set of clothes, however yesterday when I woke up, it was like my belly had just changed overnight! I was so bloated that I literally could not suck in anymore. When I put on my work pants they were so tight that I didn't want to even think about sitting down for longer than 3 seconds in them. I mean what do you do if you pop a button on your pants when you are a teacher...? Not to mention you work in a different town then you live. Not exactly a quick drive. So, I decided to get some bigger pants- mostly for the comfort factor. Let me tell you, that dressing room should have been playing love music. It was love at first fitting. As soon as I put on those pants I thought, "what have I been missing all my life?" So simple statement about having to wear maternity pants this early in the game. Give me grief, I don't care because I am in love! period. 

So, I was extremely comfortable all day in my maternity pants, but the having to pee all the time thing kind of breaks that comfort a little. As a teacher, I usually have about 3 two minute chances to pee in a day. I finally had a moment so I was rushing to one of the adult restrooms in the school. (I learned the other day that the little itty bitty flower potties for the kindergarteners just don't work for a pregnant bloated lady... lets just say trying to get up was fun). I'm standing there just staring at the bathroom door. I started looking around and asked, where is the key? (we have a key that hangs on a magnet on the outside of the door to let you in). I'm looking and I don't see the magnet. I then looked at the knob and literally thought that they had changed it b/c it no longer had the little turny thing that says if the restroom is occupied or not. I stood there for a good minute wondering why they changed the lock on the door. Then it was like the light bulb went off... I looked over and saw the bathroom door. I had been standing at the wrong door the entire time! I now only had 2 minutes to take care of business.

Today was a big day in Mrs. McDowell's class. Today was the day that I decided to tell the kiddos that there was a baby in my belly. I wanted to wait a while, but then I realized that I couldn't hide it much longer. All the adults have been talking about it around the kids, not to mention I have been getting some really strange looks from some of my kids when they see me eating a big deli sandwich in the middle of class. It was the end of the day and my kids got all packed up and settled on carpet. My assistant and I gave them a cup of baby goldfish. I asked them what they were eating... eventually I got them to say baby goldfish. Then I asked them why Mrs. McDowell would give them baby goldfish to eat for snack. I got a lot of classic, cute, kindergarten responses. "Because we're little." "Because you love us." "Because we're hungry and wanted snack." I then asked them where are babies usually- "In mommies tummies." "Well kids, Mrs. McDowell has a baby in her tummy." Ha- all of their jaws dropped. They were in a state of shock and confusion. "When will we get to see your baby? How long has there been a baby in your belly? Does Mr. McDowell know there is a baby in your belly?" My responses: "Well, you won't get to see the baby b/c you will be in first grade, I've know for a few weeks, and yes, Mr. McDowell knows." I then told them that they would get to at least see my belly grow and you can only guess what the next comment was.... "Are you going to get fat?" Hahaha! I responded the only way you can- Well, kind of- my belly will make room for the baby!

So, how can I summarize pregnancy today: a whole new love... for pants that is, lack of direction and ability to identify a bathroom, and a whole bunch of baby goldfish.

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