If you’re reading my blog (I’m in awe), you’re probably looking for some recent photos I’ve taken, or at least some photography chat. Hmm…alas, today you get this. Pregnancy mumblings. Sorry to disappoint you…truly. I feel a weight of guilt over two things…the fact that I’ve hardly blogged much this past month, and the fact that most of what I think about blogging isn’t about photography, necessarily. It’s just about life. My life. My life of change, right now. So please accept my deepest, sincerest apologies for disappointing your photo-craving eyes with more talk of cravings, nausea and pudgy-belly-syndrome. If you’re already a parent, you’re probably laughing and will read on. If not, you’re probably thinking I’ve lost my edge…am turning in my wings…and preparing to fly a cargo plane full of rubber duckies out to Hong Kong [Top Gun analogy…for those of you who don’t have the entire movie memorized].
But this is life, today. For me. The photographer…Betsy Blue. Now with child. If you can, please be patient as the newness wears off and I get back to my job…my love…my photography. And I’ll try to give you something more exciting to look at than this…the epitome of my morning so far:
The past 3 days, I have seen the morning sickness cloud of nausea lift. I feel like a new person…rejuvenated and ecstatically appreciating the ability to move about with ease (without carrying a baggie full of saltines & a banana everywhere with me). So, in celebration of what I hope to be the end of the 1st Trimester Plague, as I’m now calling it, I decided to step out in faith….and go to the EARLY service (my fav) at church. As I headed out by myself, with a belly full of raisin bran, into the gloriously sunny morning, I felt alive…and so grateful. I parked in a spot as far from church as I could, so I could enjoy the sunny walk for even longer. After a few hugs & hello’s, I took a seat next to a sweet gal named Kathryn and took in some very inspiring, filling words from Pastor Miles.
Not until I stood up to leave did I realize I needed a plan. And not just a “walk to your car casually” plan. I needed a “lear jet drop off in front of the closest edible item I could find” plan. I was beyond starving…after less than 2 hrs! So, I sprinted (it wasn’t pretty) to the Trader Joe’s next door and snagged a loaf of sourdough. As I stood in line to pay, I realized I was being watched. Not because I was of any normal interest. Not because I was so stunningly graceful in my Uggs and ratty jeans. And not because I was patiently waiting to pay before I partook. I was being eyed by several because I was voraciously devouring that loaf of SD…grasping handfuls at a time, as crumbs flew through the air and coated my hair and shirt, shoving them into my now dry-as-a-bone mouth. It was a beautiful mess.
I didn’t even remember leaving the store on my way into the next door down…Starbuck’s. Now, I know I’m going to pay for this confession, even as I type…but it’s the truth…and part of my hilarious morning. My hubby will probably put me on lock down when he reads this, since I agreed technically, truthfully (STUPIDLY) not to have caffeine while pregnant…BUT… 🙂 I HAD to have something to wash that bread down, right? A little caffeine is good for the baby, right? [sheepish grin]
ME: [coming out of my hunger daze] Hi. Wow! You look just like Zooey Deschanel or that girl off Gilmore Girls! Gorgeous eyes, girl!
ZOOEY-LOOK-A-LIKE BEHIND THE STARBUCK’S COUNTER: Thank you! I get that a lot. [big grin]
ME: I bet. May I please have a Soy Chai w/ no foam to go with my loaf of sourdough here?
ZOOEY-LOOK-A-LIKE BEHIND THE STARBUCK’S COUNTER: Sure! Quite a meal! What’s your name?
ME: Yes. I’m pregnant. [because that statement seems to excuse me from just about ANYTHING these days] And it’s B-E-T-S-Y…Betsy.
ZOOEY-LOOK-A-LIKE BEHIND THE STARBUCK’S COUNTER: Congratulations! I’m not going to charge you for soy, either Betsy, because you’ve put a huge smile on my face today! [writes B-E-S-T-Y on my cup]
ME: Awww…that’s very nice. Thank you.
ZOOEY-LOOK-A-LIKE BEHIND THE STARBUCK’S COUNTER: No problemo Mommy-to-be! Enjoy your day! [another big grin]
ME: You too Starbucks-girl-who-looks-like-Zooey. [big grin] And may God richly bless your week!
A new normal…and a renewed understanding of everyday blessings and opportunities to love that are right in front of us.