Have any of you ever seen the movie Freaky Friday? It’s with Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis. The whole movie is about how a teenage daughter and her mom accidentally switch bodies. Back in 2003 when it came out I thought about how awkward and disturbing it would be to have that happen, but was comforted by the fact that it is impossible.
Funny though, 7 years later here I am feeling like I’m in someone else’s body. And guess what, I was right it’s awkward and disturbing. The redeeming factor is the fact that all of the changes are for a greater good, but I swear I look in the mirror on a daily basis and think…that’s not mine.
I’m caught in between adolescence and menopause. Not only do I have a pretty good case of acne (which I was blessed and did not have as a teen), but my mood swings are totally taking me back to when I was 12. Body parts have, of course, started to expand but I wasn’t aware as to how much they would shift. Some days, I feel a bit like a Picasso painting, all miss matched around. Also, new colors and lines have begun to appear in some of the most unflattering places (too much info. I know). Some of my body is just starting to disappear…for example, my toes. Then to add icing to the cake I frequently enjoy headaches and hot flashes.
Suddenly I empathize with the elderly as well. Getting off the couch, out of bed or into a car is exhausting (things don’t bend like they used to), and this sciatica…WHAT IS THAT ABOUT…OUCH.
God was brilliant though when he put the maternal instinct inside women who choose to have children, because in the grand scheme of things, all that stuff I just joked/complained about doesn’t really phase me. It’s bizarre and something worth documenting, but I get to have two babies after it’s over…can you believe that! And as most of you know, one baby is worth it all.
I also have to give credit to Nate. He’s been awesome in supporting me when I do get insecure about everything happening so fast. The best thing he has said to me over the past four months was after a melt down I had, (that was primarily directed towards him…oops) where he just held me, looked me in the eyes and said, “Thank you for carrying our babies”. OH, MY…here I go, where’s the tissue. It makes me cry every time I reminisce.
It’s good to have a support system, especially since the best part is…I still have 5 months to go.
Good Grief - I was crying at the sweet thing Nate said. he he. God hand picked that boy to marry you knowing you'd later be carrying TWO babies!! You have more disturbing surprises ahead but yes so thankful a greater good comes from it! I remember being upset with my mommy friends after experiencing some things they never told me about. I think we all have the gift of blocking things from our memory - Praise God, otherwise no one would have more than the children from their first pregnancies. sorry this comment is a blog post of it's own. love you Kelci!
ReplyDeleteI love all comments...it's great to connect. This blog is a fun way to keep all the memories documented...good and bad. I do think there is a device in moms that helps them forget all the details so they have more than one kid. I've actually been told that several times. Love you Terri
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