Cankles

OK guys I officially have cankles. That’s where you can’t tell the difference between my calves and my ankles. Some call it normal pregnant swelling, I call it embarrassing. But hey, it could be worse. I’m trying to think of worse at the moment and nothing is coming to mind.
At the moment, I am swept away with the important things in life, like how many cloth diapers I should order, when am I going to register at BabysRUs for a plethora of plastic paraphanalia and whether or not I want my mother at my birth. Sprinkle on a little radio play and wala’ I’m just really having an interesting time.
It’s a beautiful day outside today, my midwife just left my house as she checked my belly growth on my daybed with my cat Tilly purring right beside me. House visits from midwives…a close thing to heaven when you can’t stand doctor's office waiting rooms. I’m taking prenatal yoga, breathing in the life and trying to remain calm that I am about to be a mother. A life changing, life altering, never gonna be the same moment in time and all I can think about is what about this body of mine…will it ever return to normal? Will I ever wear pants that snap again? Or am I destined to a lifetime of stretchy elastic and grandma panties… OK I take that back, I never went for the grandma panties, I’m just permenantly stretching out the ones I’ve had. Enough of the panty talk.
Anyways, I am keeping my mind today on pleasant things, like fresh air, good friends and the fact that I am blessed to have my husband at home working every day where we get to have three meals together and I get to call out his name for rescue every time the computer hates me. I’m planning out my shows and talks for women's groups in the fall…trying to connect with my inner speaker, which has been a challenge. I mean I’m all about speaking, but speaking with a purpose is another thing altogether. Hopefully I’ll get it together and can start touring when the baby is three months.
I trust that your day is going well. Even if it isn’t I hope it all turns around. You can look up at the sky and take a deep breath, thank God for the air and kick up your heels on the side when no one is watching. Turn up the corners of your mouth and say “Hello world”.
My yoga teacher is rubbing off on me. I’m saying things I would have never said before. And I’m keeping my eyes on my own mat. That means I’m not comparing myself to anyone else today. I’m not letting my eyes wander to other people lives and front yards. I’m keeping my eyes on what I can contribute to the world, who I am, who I’m meant to be. I get a lot more energy that way.