Let It Go Already

First things first...here is our little Thanksgiving stud:

I know you're thinking, "hey, he's wearing something other than p.j.'s or sweatpants". Yes, he looks like a little man in his cords. And check out his little dress shoes. Tee hee! Paired with these socks:

Only after the ear fun we put them on his feet. Daddy likes to put socks on his own ears as we get E dressed for bed. Very fun.

Easton was soooooo great all day yesterday. We were super thankful for that. He was great at dinner despite having to sit in his booster chair for a very long time. He was cute and charming and entertaining if I do say so myself. I just love that kid. He's always a little apprehensive when we first arrive at my grandma's but he warmed up quickly.

Anyway, you wanna know what I wasn't thankful for (warning: here I go on another rant)...I wasn't thankful for the, "Your belly's as big as it was at Christmas last time." Niiiiiiiice people--real friggin' nice. Okay, so that means that here at 26 weeks my belly is as big as it was at 31 weeks before!?!? What a great way to burst a pregnant hormonal woman's bubble. Lovely. Let me just tell you right now, comments like those are not something I get over quickly. I dwelled on it for a bit right afterwards pointing out how untrue I thought it was (not to mention kinda rude--who wants to hear how huge they are ever?) but I let it go for dinner and it wasn't until we were driving home and then again AT home that I brought it all up again looking for some reassurance or something. I even made Jason take pictures of me so I could compare them to 31 weeks last time. Guess what...I AM smaller than I was then. My belly is higher than it was last pregnancy but I'm roughly the same size as I was at this point before. Told you. Even so, I just don't know that that's something you say to someone. I have a hard time separating ME from BABY right now (hence me not liking belly pats from strangers...they're touching me!).

I started off both pregnancies at the exact same weight. At this point in E's pregnancy I had a net gain of 9 pounds (though I lost 10 from morning sickness), this time it's 8 (having lost just 2 at first). I can still fit into my regular jeans (couldn't at this point last time). Why you gotta go around saying how huge I'm looking? I had just taken off my coat. :( I much prefer the people who like to say, "Wow! You look great for ___ weeks." Even if they're lying right to my face. Much nicer that way. Even if I don't look "great" to everyone I'm literally not the same size as I was at 31 weeks so why go there?

Blame it on pregnancy hormones or what have you but I still think that kind of stuff is mean and I hope I never say or have said it to anyone. Pooey. Now that I've vented a little more hopefully I can start getting over it and letting it go. My feelings were hurt and those are sometimes slow to heal. There. I'm done.

Back to Easton...well, we didn't get him to bed until 9ish last night and that was with skipping the bath. He didn't fall asleep in the car but went right to bed at home. However, that kid is seemingly stuck at his 7:30 (give or take 15 minutes) wake-up time and it held true this morning. Jason and I didn't go to bed until after midnight as we watched Survivor and then I watched Grey's Anatomy and then I made him listen to me dwell on the aforementioned "comment" from dinner. So, we're tired. All of us. Easton should really learn to sleep in if he's gone to bed late. Oh well. He was nice and cuddly as we took it easy after breakfast:



He went right down for his nap too--just in time for J's LSU game. I don't think we have any big plans this afternoon. I want to go out shopping sometime this weekend, just to get out there and feel festive. Maybe we'll pick out this year's Christmas ornaments. We'll wait and see what the rest of the weekend holds. Enjoy!