In the Eye of the Beholder..

I never struggled with "depression" with my first two pregnancies. This may even be to strong of a word, however I am sad a lot (even most of the time). I guess that once you have lost a large amount of weight, one must mentally prepare themselves to enlarge again. I am doing so much better with this pregnancy (weight wise) then I did with the first two. I am very conscious of what I eat, and am exercising at least every other day (not counting all the exercise I am getting at work ). Yet, I just fell super uncomfortable in my own skin, and just simply ugly. Today after getting my house cleaned (which was quite the chore today) I went downstairs and sat next to Brett as he watched football. I looked at him crying and said, "I am tired of being ugly, I just want to go upstairs and put MY cloths on." From the top of the stairs I heard, "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT, YOU AREN’T UGLY YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH!" I smiled and as Curt came down the stairs, with a very disturbed look on his face. I just hugged him and told him that when my tummy was getting bigger I didn’t feel very pretty. He then went on to give me a LONG list of everything I do for him. "You got me clean sheets early this  morning when I had an accident, and then laid with me, I love you!" (one day he will love me for blogging about his bedtime accidents ). He made me smile, and I soon dried up my tears... I am so thankful that Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that to a very precious five-year-old.. I am pretty!