Oh, how I used to love that song! Then, I heard it recently and the whole part with the dad leaving his kids to fly and crashing down made my stomach drop. I don’t like to think about that! Although, in reality, it has likely happened. Life is pretty ironic.

Exhibit A: For the past two months, I would have to stop contractions from becoming heavier at least once a week. Now, at full term, I want the contractions and they will only play peek-a-boo with a few mild ones here and there. I guess I will just keep walking, walking, walking. Nesting, nesting, nesting.

Exhibit B: With an impending baby’s arrival, you would think my body would try to stock up on sleep. Nope. It wants to sleep until about 2 am and then stay up the remainder of the night, uncomfortably tossing and turning.

Exhibit C: Makenzie won’t keep socks on her feet but loves to wear many on her hands like mittens. Then screams when she cannot manage to grab things, but refuses to take them off. I don’t get kids’ logic.

Exhibit D: I used to tell myself I would not want kids. I also used to tell myself that those bragging moms annoyed me. Then, I had kids. I fell in love. I cannot contain myself from bragging. And asking you all to pretty pretty pretty please click the link to vote for her as Chobani’s Champ of the Month for their new kid Greek yogurt. Simply click the image below to go to the voting page. Then click the heart in the corner of her picture (2nd image in the top row).

Exhibit E: That you can love the beach, but hate the ocean. I don’t know what is swimming around me in there that could hurt me! Although, I will happily get in a lake where I can see nothing. Lakes don’t have creatures, right? Right?!

Exhibit F: That every time you try to film your belly for a video of baby B’s dances he knows. He will kick and shove and make my belly wiggle just before we start the camera….and immediately after we give up. Yet I can’t keep last night’s short film session to myself. It’s too real and us not to share.

You have Makenzie in the background being all cute. You have Peter trying to make things work. You have my sister filming and saying slightly inappropriate things. You have baby B being uncooperative yet again, despite some slight shifting and distortion of my stomach around the 0:40 mark. And me being way too open for my own good as I film my 9 months pregnant stomach to share online. Enjoy!

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Question of the Day – What’s something ironic you have experienced before?

Before I begin tonight’s post, I want to clarify something. In my “Body After Baby” post from earlier today, I did not intend for it to come across that I am not happy with my body now, or that I will not be fully happy with my body until I reach a certain point. I fully believe in the importance of appreciating and loving our bodies in all stages. I can (and do) have goals I want to work towards post-baby, but I promise to still love myself and my body in the process of working towards those goals as well. I would never want Faith, Fitness, Fun to represent anything less. Now, back to regularly scheduled programming!

Sometimes I wonder…why its so rare I get a haircut I love. I went this afternoon…and don’t care for it. It’s shorter and choppier than I wanted. Something about it just isn’t flattering. I’m hoping styling it myself will help some.

Sometimes I wonder…how the closer my due date gets, the more I wonder if I really want it to come soon. That mainly comes with the emotional side of knowing I only have a few more weeks just M and I together.

Sometimes I wonder…at what age will my precious M stop thinking I am the most amazing person out there. My heart melts every time she mimics me – like she did today, by “shaving” in the shower.

Sometimes I wonder…how I even managed to shave my legs. It was quite the feat!

Sometimes I wonder…how there can possibly be more room for baby B to grow. And how my belly has not picked up any stretch marks with either pregnancy.

Sometimes I wonder…if I just jinxed myself with that statement.

Sometimes I wonder…where the Blogger blogs come up with their word verifications. I had to type out “reballit” today. I definitely giggled.

Sometimes I wonder…how I would spend my free time if I never started FFF?

I do not wonder if I would miss the friendships, the creative outlet, the enjoyment of something as my own, etc. I know I would miss all of those things. Which is why I don’t plan on going anywhere for a long, long time.

Sometimes I wonder…do the friends and family who I know “in real life” (for lack of a better term) ever get weirded out reading all of my ramblings? I know I share a lot of personal things. While I wouldn’t hide from those things, my past relationship with food or discussion of pregnancy hemorrhoids are not exactly common topics in our regular conversations.

Sometimes I wonder…why I let food control me for so long. The holidays are much more fun when I can happily accept delicious, home-baked cookies from my sister-in-law (thanks, Marie!) and have one without any need to “throw out my diet for the day because I screwed up”.

Sometimes I wonder…how Jess came up with such a cute blog post idea! Thanks for inspiring such a fun post, my friend!

• What is something you wonder?
• Do your friends/family who don’t have blogs read yours? Does that ever weird you out?