and I miss those heels
As I count down the days, I am a little excited, a little anxious, a little worried and this is not my first time. I have travelled down this road 5 years ago, but this time around, it is a new ball game entirely.
Like they say, “no pregnancy is the same”. I am loaded with so many emotions time and my adrenaline level has risen above the normal.
Sometimes I feel like kicking my husby after all, he put me in this situation, but I know that all eyebrows are raised with the expression “after all you gave your consent”, yeah right, I did!
I am waiting patiently for my EDD, and I try to imagine how that day will come, will my waters break, will it be in the day or at night, do I need an epidural, I hope there won’t be any tears, should I insist that husby stays in the delivery room, I hope there won’t be traffic? These were my top questions at the moment, but all these were secondary compared to missing those heels.
I am a five inch something, and if you know what I mean, heels are this girl’s best friend till am old and grey. It can be so annoying to wear flat pumps, sandals and sports shoes, I mean I miss those heels.
Those heels give me confidence, carriage, poise, grace and it sure comes in handy when I am in danger, there is nothing as painful as being stepped upon with a killer heel. Those faithful heels are my best friend and foe, while giving me poise; it also gives me those annoying cramps.
But I am content with having to wait, after all it’s only a whole nine months. I know I will be rewarded with cute smiles, loud burps, funny words, tantrums and the rest of them.
So I lie in my bed smiling with content knowing that there is no pain no gain. For the umpteenth time, I miss those heels!
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