This morning started out great! I was so happy to realize that I'm now 33 weeks along in this pregnancy and baby boy is almost full term. He will be here so soon and I'm getting excited and anxious to meet him!
Another thing that made me happy was picking out a cute hippie chick outfit to wear to work. So comfy and funky.
Then, my oldest little chickadee told me my hair looked like Barbie's as I was getting ready. Wow - Barbie, huh? That good? LOL I love that she still looks at me with adoration and wonder. She even thought my boobs were big! I've always been flat chested, so this was something new and funny to me. I let her know that they just look big because I'm pregnant; that they grow to get ready to feed the baby. I secretly pray that don't shrivel up to a hardly-B size again. Please God can I keep them this time? Remember Judy Blume's, "Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret?" That was my puberty bible.
Then, as I was walking up to my office building, I crossed paths and was subsequently passed up by 'Mr. Rock-n-Roll' in a Tommy Bahama shirt with a big martini design on the back and designer jeans. Even though he was an older dude, he was a tall drink of water to behold. Needless to say, I was admiring his assets. Turns out that we ended up catching the same elevator up. He asked me "How are you doing?" - as he glanced down at my 'state of affairs'.
"Swell, thanks!" I replied flippantly.
"Looks like you're working it."
"Oh yeah - this - it's fake. I just wanted to get a few weeks off work. You should try it!"
We laughed and off he disembarked the elevator on his floor. I delude myself thinking that he thought me attractive. But I was flattered and daydreamed that he found me irresistible. (I have an over-active imagination.) Self confidence is often lacking when you're pregnant with #3 and often second guess if you're even desirable to your own husband. Perhaps I should have started humming, "Love in an elevator..." before he got off. Or asked him for his phone number? LOL - totally kidding! I'm happily married folks!
It was also nice to get any form of social interaction at my office building. Most days, people are too busy and self-important to even acknowledge anyone else. Sometimes it feels like being pregnant is like a disease that people don't want to catch. I used to go down to our office building's gym several times a week to work out at lunch, now I've been avoiding that cause it's just too awkward changing and exercising around everyone and their inquisitive stares at my prego belly.