"Is that your underwear or did a parachute land on your butt?"
The above question about made me pee my pants when I read it on Monday. (It came from the Belly Laughs section in a weekly email I receive from Baby Center that updates me on what is going on with the baby each week of growth.) It reminded me that about 3 or 4 weeks ago, I went out and purchased some even larger underwear than the ones I had purchased a few months ago to accommodate the growing buttocks (You may remember me discussing the growing buttocks and needing larger underwear here). I didn't purchase the underwear in an even bigger size this time because of the growing butt because I believe that my butt growth finally plateaued. I got the even larger size because I thought it would be a good idea to have some loose fitting underwear after I give birth because I surely don't want any pieces of fabric confining the nether regions. Rumor has it that things can get kind of ugly down there after giving birth. Apparently, I will need the extra room in my undies to accommodate ginormous pads. Plus, I jut believe in having a little breathing room to keep things healthy.
Anyhow, so I got the really, really big undies and pulled them out of the package. Both my hubby and I looked at the underwear and how large they appeared. We both had the expression of "WOW!" on our faces. I finally said, "Wow, those may be a little too big." My hubby was like, "Yea. Those are really sexy," (as he had a look of disappointment on his face).
So I washed up my new undies and was eager to wear a pair to test them out for comfort and roominess. Oh, the excitement! Uh! Well! Hmmmm!!! What extra room? I don't understand. They seem to fit so perfectly. Where is that extra room I had been so eager to explore? Oh, well. Maybe my butt growth did not plateau...it was only wishful thinking on my part. Or maybe the undies just really shrunk when I washed and dried them...yea, that's more likely, right?
So here I am at 39 weeks pregnant (as of yesterday). We are eagerly awaiting the arrival of this little one. I was a little disappointed when I was checked and was told that nothing had changed since last week. Boo! But the OB did say that the numbers really do not mean anything at this point because things can change so rapidly. She said that I could walk out the door after the appointment and my water could break. Well, it didn't. I am still holding strong, and so is the baby. I scheduled my 40 week appointment for next Monday (my actual due date). We'll see if I make it there.
In other news...for some reason, I did not get the cankles yesterday. Now, I have had cankles everyday since sometime in June. I've finally learned to embrace them. I stared at my ankles (yes, ankles...my real ankles) all day in amazement. I thought they looked too skinny. It was very strange. Maybe that explains why I was down 1lb when I got weighed at the doctor's office yesterday. I'd been lugging a half-pound of weight on each ankle all summer long. I hope the cankles don't return. Oh, how I hope! Let me finish out this pregnancy with regular ol' ankles.
Oy! And I am past the point of trying to look cute. I don't think it's possible to look cute when you walk with a waddle, the eye circles are really, really dark, no clothing, not even maternity clothing, quite fits rights (BTW, the clothing I am wearing in the above picture is non-maternity clothing that I used to wear well before I got preggers.), and you can't even muster up the energy to go get a hair cut, hair color, and eye brow wax. I have decided, though, that if this baby is not here by the 20th, I am definitely getting a hair cut, and maybe a color, on that day.
Oh, and one more thing. I had the choice of snacking on fresh cantaloupe pieces or a cupcake when I got home yesterday. Guess which one I chose? I pulled out the container of cantaloupe and ate one 1in x 1in piece, put the lid back on the container, and shoved it back into the fridge. The cupcakes were just too tempting. I was going to eat just one, but I had to have two. I have no self control. Maybe this explains why the even bigger pairs of undies fit just so.