When I was about 14 weeks along I told Jason that it was so weird to be in my body because it wasn't acting like MY body. He laughed, but the phenomenon of my body feeling so foreign was frustrating. I couldn't eat what I had always eaten. I couldn't sleep like I had previously slept. Pooping was a totally different experience of which I will spare you the details (for now).
As of the past week my body has decided to re-rebel against me. So far I've spilled 2 glasses of water, one school carton of milk, dropped at least 20 pieces of popcorn at Benny's in one sitting, and ruined 3 shirts due to spills. A few days ago I was walking around my classroom while the kiddos were working on an quarterly assessment and again, my body betrayed me in a serious Benedict Arnold sort of way.
Without warning a tiny poot escaped with a noise far exceeding its size.
It was a moment where my character was tested.
I glanced down at the nearest child as though the offending noise and scent could be his doing.
Teacher Fail. What were my options? The dog was at home...
Gratitude List
Loving parents and in-laws
Beautiful white snowy scene outside of my window
Morning snuggles with Wolfie
Working out a friend conflict successfully
Healthy Peanut according to doctor visit
Fun times with Amanda and Joanna prepping for the shower
