Pushing it...

I hate to think that I'm turning into one of those drama queen pregnant ladies, who is constantly getting out of things due to swollen feet and general exhaustion, but it's already starting. Today my husband and I trekked Outside the Perimeter for some family fun. And it was fun. We went up to Winder for the Chatagua Festival, where my nieces (both under the age of 4) were performing with their dance class. It was glorious. Watching them do their dance to the "Dancing Machine" song was hysterical. The youngest, Chloe, followed along nicely, only she reversed every step, lifting her left arm when the teacher was lifting her right, and turning the wrong way on each twirl. It didn't matter though. Most of the girls were just standing, eyes glazed, shuffling the odd tap shoe every once in a while, and looking for Mommy and Daddy in the crowd. Ella, the older of the two, was following about half of the steps, and looking utterly graceful and beautiful with all of them. As I watched, my hand automatically moved to my belly, and I pondered whether we'd have ballet classes in our future, or if it would be something with a little less pink and satin, like "creative movement" or yoga.

In the early months of being pregnant and not knowing the sex of our baby, I assumed that after a while, it would get easier, and I'd be less anxious. This is not the case. I still keep close track of the heart rate every time we got to the doctor, and mentally note if it's in the "boy range" or "girl range." For those who don't know, they say that heart rates under 140 are boy, and over 140 are girl. So far, it's been about 75% girl heart rates, and the odd few boy heart rates. Let's hope the final results are more conclusive...

Anyways, back to my whining. We spent the next hour or so wandering around the festival, watching the Native American performances, which were absolutely fantastic, and the girls got to have a pony ride. After lunch, we went to my sister's house, where I promptly fell asleep on the couch. Not too long after, my sister woke me so that we could make it to Mall of Georgia while our husbands watched football and the girls slept. We had coupons to a three day sale at Gymboree...need I say more? Hours later, we came home, and the husbands immediately fled to the nearest sports bar to watch the rest of the Georgia/Auburn game. I laid down and didn't move, my feet swollen to grotesque proportions. I thought about the tiny little ladies at Old Navy I had seen, shopping and looking fashionable and fresh. I thought about how they probably had something wrong with them, like compulsive exercising habits, or stinky feet. This made me feel better as I struggled to reach my itching left toe, which has suddenly become about 8 miles from my arm's reach.

In short, I'm exhausted. I don't know if I can do these long weekend days anymore. Tomorrow I might be doing lots of laying around. Although we are still trying to finish the nursery...