Gratitude for good pregnancy days

Yesterday was GREAT pregnancy day.

It started out with the right amount of time for taking care of my morning routine, but not so much time that I dawdled, thus making myself late. I prepared wisely for the heat: sun hat, ass kicking maternity halter top that was worth every stinkin' expensive cent I paid for it, boxer shorts under the skirt with the silver skull and sparkles, flip flops, sunscreen.

Upon walking to the BART I got a "Hi beautiful" from a passerby. Now, certain male populations seem more willing to make commentary on women passing by and I usually disregard it when it comes up; but I have been feeling like a bloated, puffy, sweaty, smelly, obese hobbit these days and the man's comment on my obviously pregnant form seriously made my day. Adam is always telling me I'm beautiful, but it's so easy to write him off. I'm not proud of that, but it's true. He's also telling me that I'm constantly checked out, but I never notice and I cynically chalk up the looks to having large breasts. But yesterday I noticed that I was getting checked out a lot and it really boosted my confidence.

I also got my hair trimmed, treated myself to a slightly spendy but freakishly healthy lunch at a live/raw/vegan restaurant, and then met Adam and our awesome coworker at the pool hall - where they drank beer and played pool and I drank free tonic n' limes. Oh gin, I miss you!

To top it all off, the day turned out to be the perfect temperature for a summer's day. Not the scorcher I'd feared. And lil' Bennett was active but not kicking the crap out of my uterus.

I am grateful for great days:
for not too hot
for being healthy
for a (seemingly) healthy baby
for access to healthy food, made by people being paid a living wage
for friends, near and far
for comfy good looking clothes