F is for feet (in this case foot).
F is for feline (a Fine looking sweetheart resting with his mama).
F is for Fatigued…. and Flu (my poor mom has the flu and she was here last week when she got it).
F is for Fetus (Middle English from the 1300s-1400s: “fētus bringing forth of young, hence that which is born, offspring, young still in the womb” – dictionary.com).
F is for Fat (big and round belly that prevents me from moving). The bigger I get, the more irresistible the belly has become for strangers bent on ‘Buddha rubbing’.
F is for Fear (as labor and delivery approach).
You’ll have to excuse the swelling and the toenail paint-job… my 10 year old likes to blend colors and I can’t reach my feet. I don’t mind her painting them any way she likes as long as she’s doing them for me. Getting a pedicure is one of my favorite things – just like having a purring cat cleaning itself while resting on the blankets my legs are under – the smell of baby lotion and sweet sleeping babies lying on you as you recline – etc.
I’ll have to admit that while this picture was last week during a moment of bed-rest, I did get out of bed quite a bit this week. I did some cleaning, went on some errands, visited the doctor and hospital, and today – we picked up mural paint at Home Depot, stopped at the mall for 75% off slip-on tennis shoes (again, I can’t reach my feet) and a nursing nightgown, and Daddy took us to eat at Pappasitos (best Mexican food in Texas – and made by Greeks).
It was a good day, but since the baby weighed in Friday at 7.5 lbs already (and I still have probably 4-5 weeks to go), I am not very comfortable doing ANYTHING. Yes, you heard right – 7.5 lbs, and 5 weeks to go. Sitting, standing, walking, reclining, even lying down – I’m uncomfortable. Even sleeping. My son was born at one ounce bigger than the Viking is currently. My belly is just about to pop. No fun (also starts with the letter F, but I’m not having any).
So I wait… hoping that there really isn’t a 5 week wait ahead of me. If you are looking for some extra prayer requests, here are a few: My mom to get well, us to not get sick, and for God to not let me or the baby get too big (a speedy, manageable, and healthy delivery real soon!).