Because of my pants.
My pants have brought me back.
Really I guess getting pregnant again has brought me back, but in a roundabout kind of way, the pants have too.
At twelve weeks pregnant I have spent the last six weeks in boderline misery, what with the nausea and fatigue and indigestion and wholly inappropriate belching, and I have found myself in need of company, specifically in the form of women who have lived through the first trimester of pregnancy. I've taken to reading blog posts written by bloggers I used to read, scouring through their archives for posts about their pregnancies, in hopes of finding solidarity and humor. And somewhere along the way I found myself reading through my own old blog posts, mostly written when I was pregnant with Norah*.
It's been fun to have those to look through, and sadly I don't have many written accounts of pregnancy with Max. So here's to hopes of documenting more of this kid's journey to life on the outside. And life beyond the womb. And really, just documenting more of life in general, because it is something I have missed, a muscle I should exercise more and a way of looking at life that I would do well to practice more often.
I considered starting a new blog, something I've done two or three times already, but opted to come back to where it all started. Back to sadiemama, because in the end, that's what this is all about.
But what does this have to do with pants?
At twelve weeks with my third kid, I am sporting an alarmingly large belly, one that has prompted more than one person to doubt me when I tell them how far along I am. The Belly has not been containable by regular pants in six weeks and has a distinct possibility of taking over my entire house before we are all said and done.
As I read through my old blogs I found where I had written, hugely 38 weeks pregnant with Norah, that I could sum up pregnancy into one tag line: 9 months of fighting with my pants.
Tonight as I drove to Wal Mart in search of elastic waist pants that I could wear to work in the morning, because I just cannot deal with anything else, I realized that it was settled. Me and my pants were coming back to sadiemama.
*disclaimer* Sure. I have read through my own archives. But that doesn't mean you have to. And if you do, please don't judge too harshly, because gosh, I really was kind of a brat.