I’m going to vent a little here, so bear with me.
When I was pregnant, lots of people liked to tell me “just wait”s about having a baby, the end of pregnancy, sleepless nights, “cherish each moment…time flies!” etc. etc. Of course, I either didn’t believe them or didn’t take their advice to heart, and had to learn those things for myself, firsthand. I think that this is true for most pregnant women, as being a mother is something so inane and difficult, yet wonderful at the same time, that you just have to go through it to truly understand. Anyway, I was a girl who thought the “just wait”s were annoying.
And now? To those who whine about not being able to sleep while pregnant, I want to tell them about the fun of waking up every 2 hours with a screaming newborn. Essentially, I want to be the one saying “just wait”. BUT, I know how obnoxious and condescending that sometimes sounded to me when I was still pregnant, so I keep my mouth shut.
Friday afternoon, I was at WalMart (::gasp:: the horror!) loading bags into the back of the Murano while balancing a toddler on my hip. I was, in short, a hot mess. My only slightly too large jeans weren’t quite staying up, I was holding the stroller in place with one foot (stupid me forgot to lock the thing) and my face had become sweaty because I’m so out of shape that even a grocery/toddler-wrangling session makes me a little out of breath. Yes, I could have put Jax in the car first, but I knew he would throw one of his wonderful temper tantrums about sitting in a warm car for a few minutes because it was past his lunchtime, so I opted to juggle him with the groceries.
Anyway, about this time, two third trimester pregnant, trophy-wife-looking twenty somethings walked by in their designer maternity jeans with their perfectly styled hair and scoffed at me and my hot mess of a self. I could seriously tell they were both thinking “wow, I will so never be like that”. Right then is when I wanted to shout JUST YOU WAIT!