The Positive Side of Pregnancy

I didn't think there were going to be positive aspects to this pregnancy. I thought I was just going to be a miserable preggo lady, which is very similar to how I was pre-pregnancy, and that I was just going to have to deal with it until Baby G arrived.

I was wrong.

I don't usually like being wrong. Actually, I'm generally NOT wrong. Just ask Jordan; he'll agree. I'm okay with being wrong about this though.

So, are you sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what I could possibly say has been great about this pregnancy?! I thought so. Here you go!

Maternity jeans.

They are the end-all be-all of clothing and the second I pulled these bad boys up over my ass, I knew I was in heaven. Jeans with elastic waist bands are not just for those over 70. They are for everyone. I will never wear regular jeans again, pregnant or not. I don't want to. I can't go back now that I know what maternity jeans are like. I could squat in them, try a few yoga poses, run a marathon...ha, who am I kidding, I wouldn't do any of those things in the $120 Lululemon pants I own, why the hell would I do them in jeans? Even maternity jeans.

Anyways, the point is that the two pairs of maternity jeans I now own are better than any item of clothing I have ever purchased, including my wedding dress. If I could go back in time, I would wear maternity jeans to my wedding instead.

Now, I bet you're wondering how things could get better after discovering maternity jeans. I thought the same thing, but then I realized something else as I was getting dressed the other day.

My boobs are huge.

Now, I use the term "huge" relative to the previous size of my boobs. I am no Pamela Anderson (in any sense), but damn, they are big.

As a girl who was once told in junior high that I was a pirate's dream because I had a "sunken chest" (to the shit head who said that to me, I'll remember it 'til the day I die, and it gives me great pleasure to know you are fat), these boobs I now have are glorious. It's like I got a free boob job, and all I had to do was let this little creature reside inside of me for nine months. Deal. Done. No questions asked. I'll sell my soul to keep them. I love my (newish) boobs.

The best part about these boobs, though, is the fact that they now catch the food I drop. No longer does the food drop down into my shirt and settle on my stomach. My girls have my back. They know I want to eat that dropped food. They save it for me. So thoughtful.

Okay, that's it. I've spewed all the positiveness I can for one day...or for one year, for that matter. I am just happy to report that pregnancy isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I can thank maternity jeans and my ta-ta's for that.