One week and change left of this pregnancy, and I’ve finally hit the point where I can’t wait to see it end! I’m in the huge, uncomfortable, every-movement-kinda-hurts stage—which I somehow don’t even remember from my first pregnancy. Did I just get lucky that time, or did I block it all out??
It probably doesn’t help that I’m still spending a few hours a day frantically trying to squeeze in some last-minute photography for my prenatal program.
Here’s the visual: a super preggo lady setting her camera timer, running 10 feet to her yoga mat, and frantically trying to get into some crazy position in 10 seconds before the camera clicks.
It’s hard to tell from this angle, but there’s definitely a GIANT bump there.
You should have seen me trying to get into tree pose in time…
People are super curious about what I’m doing out there. (I guess I can’t blame them…how many massively preggo chicks are out taking pictures of themselves doing yoga moves by a lake?) Yesterday, someone asked what magazine I was with. Everyone wants to know when I’m due, and when I tell them, they look shocked—or is it horrified?
Yes, I’m kind of insane.
Also, just to throw this out there: outdoor photography can be a huge pain in the butt. I have pictures taken literally split seconds apart, where one is fully lit and the other is covered in shadows.
Yesterday, I sat and waited out this huge mass of clouds for a good half an hour.
On the other side: perfect sunlight! Weather is so dang moody.
And let’s just say I have a loooot of editing work to do.
But enough about all that.
I had a thought yesterday. I was thinking about Mason’s allergy situation.
For a long time after he was diagnosed with a dozen+ serious food allergies (like, on a scale of 0-100—100 being severely allergic—all we knew was that he tested ABOVE 100), I felt sorry for us. I’d watch other moms at the park, feeding their kids normal things like cheerios and yogurt, or casually ordering mac & cheese off a menu at a restaurant, and I’d think, “you don’t even know how simple your life is.”
Obviously, that’s not fair—their lives probably aren’t simple at all, and I have no idea what other things they could be dealing with.
But in certain situations, it really stung.
Like, when we were at the zoo and all the moms were ordering their kids ice cream cones, while I opened a little Tupperware of gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free crackers (thank goodness for companies like Annie’s) for my kid.
Or at birthday parties and family events and work functions, where I’d watch other moms throw together plates of food for their kids, picking from whatever’s available, rather than pulling out a bunch of little containers of cold food they prepared hours earlier.
So yes, it’s frustrating. And I know it will only get worse, once he’s in school and on his own more often. I worry about that All. The. Time.
But for now, there is a small silver lining on the whole situation.
Thanks to food allergies…
–Mason eats a pretty darn healthy diet, and doesn’t feel deprived in it because he doesn’t know any different. He’s never even had candy, chocolate, or ice cream, so we don’t have to fight those battles. (I’ve offered him allergy-safe alternatives before, but his interest is typically at about a zero. And why would I push back on that?)
–We’re forced to be prepared. Anytime we go out, we have allergy-safe food with us. We never end up in the McDonalds drive-through, because it’s just not an option for us.
–I’ve learned A LOT about food and nutrition. I can read a food label like nobody’s business.
–We’re eating healthier as a family. The most common food allergens happen to also be some of the least important things in a healthy diet, and learning how to cut them out has just forced us to make better food choices.
–Mason will grow up being cognizant of what he eats. This is kind of unfortunate, since kids shouldn’t have to worry about anything other than being kids, but it’s also a positive thing that will set him up for a lifetime of good health.
So while I still pout about the allergy thing now and then, and I definitely still worry about how it will play out in the future, it helps to recognize the good that has come out of it.
What’s going on in your life right now that you wish you weren’t dealing with? I bet you can find a silver lining…
If you want, tell me about it in the comments.
P.S. Speaking of silver linings, am I the only person on the planet who didn’t really like the movie Silver Linings Playbook?? I don’t know why…just didn’t live up to all the hype for me I guess!
Hope you’re having a great day!