While running errands one day, a jovial young gentleman yelled out to me, "Lookin' good, Mama!" while I waddled out to my car. I was about 8 months pregnant. It was winter. I was bundled.
Since I refused to buy a maternity winter coat, my big red cashmere sweatered belly (if I had a black belt w/ a gold buckle he probably would've yelled out "Lookin' good, Santa!" - It's true. Let's be honest.) was popping out between my coat opening.
Regardless of how I physically felt - or really looked for that matter - I saw the young man smile, and lo and behold, it was sincere. I smiled back in gratitude.
It made me think every pregnant woman (or any mother, really) should be so lucky to have that phrase yelled out in her direction.
Even on my wildest days (and I know you've had them) when I desperately search for a memory of the last time I showered or brushed my teeth, I look in the mirror and say (sarcastic or not) those magical words that are now written across that mirror in hot pink lipstick..."LOOKIN' GOOD, MAMA!"
This blog is for me (to help keep me sane), and for you (to maybe help keep you sane, too), to share experiences and lessons learned and, perhaps, pick up some tips along the way.
Let's get this party started, Mamas!
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