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Ok, so here’s how you raise them right....

I haven’t mentioned that my OM was offered and took another position with the university. She’s now the director of a department. It’s a really cool and fun department but I’m not gonna talk about it because I don’t need her being stalked. I mean, I’m being honest. Anyway, her office is gorgeous with a built in dark oak library wall and matching desk. The university owns a museum and some of the work is displayed in her office and..... she’s displaying some of MY art too!!! Like, next to artists. Professional artists and stuff. I’m feeling like you’re crying not me. 

I’ll be signing autographs in the back. Thank you. Goodnight.

Om is coming with her family to hang out here today. The pool is open year round so even though it’s wet and cold out we may swim and hang out in the hot tub. Om has a baby bump!! She’s 17 weeks and I think with my first pregnancy I started showing at about 5 months. I weighed a whopping 106 lbs and had abs for days from sports so it took a minute to show. Of course, I didn’t really look for it either. I know that I was wearing maternity clothes by 4 months, for sure. My mom and dad has taken me to A Pea in the Pod and bought me enough clothes for spring, summer, fall and winter. They must have dropped a pretty penny now that I look back on it. They filled my entire closet and dresser.

I noticed that I was showing when my brother and I were going to walk about 7( maybe more) miles to a creek on the other side of the freeway we lived off of and then walk back. I walked about 6 miles per day through my entire pregnancy, anyway, I had a swimsuit on that looked like a bikini from the back and because it was the 80’s it was cut very high on my hips and tied behind my neck. I walked into my parents room and caught a glimpse of myself sideways. There he was, a full on bump. For the first time in my life I felt pretty. Beautiful in fact. No one ever touched my tummy that pregnancy. Not ever. I stared in the mirror with this awe of the realization that, yup, Girl, this shit is getting real, holy cow, I’m petrified and..... so much profound respect for my body and shape and pregnancy and just pride. Which seems odd, considering I was wearing a scarlet letter but I thought my pregnant self was slammin! And a miracle and pretty fucking amazing!! 

When I look at my OM’s tummy I just remember how much I loved pregnancy and think that women are amazing beings that create and grow a life inside them. How lucky are we?

Lucky!

By luvs,

Tracy