This baby is enormous.
Part of my personal phillosophy is to strive to be content with life as it is. The secret to happiness isn't getting everything you want, it's wanting what you have. When I said this to Scott Bobleo the other day he replied, "Well I definitely want my motorcyle. Of course, if I has a muscle car I'd also want that." It's that kind of effortless honesty that makes him both lovable and infuriating.
Of course, it should go without being said that remaining content with just what you have is more of a goal than a constant state of being. It's all too easy to get swept up with longing when you start to think of all the things you wish you had. I call this mode feeling "wanty", and I have to admit that I feel this way more often than I'd like. Though I do my best not to indulge it, wantiness rears its ugly head now and then, more so when accompanied by waves of pregnancy hormones.
Those wanty moments inspire the rare times when I wish I lived in a sitcom rather than in real life. In a sitcom, the bitchy pregnant wife gets a craving for one thing or another, then the cute but hopelessly clueless husband spends hours driving around the city procuring her heart's desire. Plus, the moms always look fabulous, with those classic round beach ball bellies that you see in maternity photo shoots. My belly isn't really shaped like it, it's more like a sideways watermelon than a beach ball, augmented by displaced pockets of chub.
Alas, I live in real life, where my declarations of want are met by reminders of diets and budgets. Instead of hopping in the car and playing the knight in shining armor, Scott Bobleo prefers the role of Jiminy Cricket. "Ice cream? You don't need that much sugar." "Sushi? We are already way over our takeout budget for the week." He's cute, but not nearly clueless enough for me to take advantage.
For the sake of catharsis, I'm going to take a moment to moan over all of the lovely things that are currently out of reach: pedicures, gourmet meals, designer maternity clothes, the perfect pregnant body, massages, beautiful artwork for the baby's nursery, family photographers, Whole Foods smoothies, Kind Bars, coconut water, King Charles Cavalier puppies, second cars with air conditioning, foot rubs, high end blenders...
Oh well. I take consolation in knowing that I'm richer in the end for going without having every luxury at hand. Sitcom preggos might have exotic fruits delivered on call, but I have character. So there.