no. these are not what i am talking about.
the past week or so, pregnancy has taken quite a turn for me. i am actually starting to enjoy it. gasp, i know. i feel more like me (on the inside anyway, lord knows the outside is still a wonderland), i have more energy, and i actually laugh again.hooray. i owe this change of heart to the little whom i can now feel kicking and rolling, all of the time. i forgot how much i adore that feeling.
this stage, although much more welcome than the last, has brought with it one very odd, unenjoyable, wacky, new side effect. hot mitts. seriously.
my little hands are burning hot. all. the. time. it is intense and miserable. when i touch my face i want to gag from the dry, icky heat that these paws are radiating. and it never stops. never. not even when i am holding my beloved fro yo, or servin up a fancy frozen dinner. its bananas.
compared to everything else, this is not really a problem, and i defiantly wouldn't consider it bad, but jeeeeez ya gotta admit...it's weird.
please don't judge, they say that this too shall pass.
high five.
