But what no one care prepare you for is for when those actual changes begin to take place and you look in the mirror and realizes someone has stolen your body! Invasion of the body snatchers because the boobs in the mirror surely can not belong to you! Remember when you were young and giggled at the women in a National Geopgraphic with long hanging breast and big areolas? Yeah, not so funny when it's you!
Then you try and look at your feet and realize to do so means you have to bend forward. And guess what bending period is no longer easy. It takes finesse, especially to go way over. Same with bending down, suddenly a movement you've taken forgranted has to be done with the same precision as a sumo wrestler. That's right folks, bending down requires strength in quad muscles I have long forgotten. And it's not a pretty sight to be hold.
Want to know what else isn't pretty? Not being able to look at your va-jay-jay. No amount of bending over will help with this one. But that's ok, I didn't need to look down there for the next 4 months anyway. I guess as long as I don't suddenly sprout a 3rd arm from there, things are good.
And then there is my favorite...the labored breathing. Ok, that's a nice term for it, what I really mean is being out of breath. After simple tasks...like walking! Remember that spoiled dog I mentioned before? Well he is use to being numero uno when we wake, which means he wants us to hop out of bed, brush our teeth and immediately take him for a walk. Don't pass go, don't collect 200$, just go immediately
And as I think about all these changes and cringe at them and wonder how I got myself into this mess (all Hubby's fault, it always is) I feel a flutter and a jab and it's all forgotten as a smile as big as the sun takes over and I realize in the end it will all be worth it.