I can’t draw at all. I have never been skilled in that area.
I’m also not funny. At least, I’m not intentionally funny. Sometimes people find me hilarious, but it’s usually on accident. When I try to be funny, you hear crickets.
So guess what I decided would be a good idea? I drew a comic strip of my pregnancy.
I know it makes no sense. But I decided it would be a fun (for me) way to remember some of the funny (for me) things that I’ve experienced. And one day, I can show them to Josey. I’m sure she’ll love her dad even more after she reads them.
First, though, I decided to scan them and share them with you. If you can read my handwriting and discern what my drawings are, I’ll be truly impressed.
Some of the drawings are so bad, I had to write explanations next to them so you can tell what you’re looking at. In fact, some of the funniest parts, to me, are the extra bad drawings.
So here’s the format: First and Second trimester were a page each, and I chopped them up on the computer.
Third trimester gets a page per week. Probably because I’m still in that trimester, and so, obviously, it’s the freshest in my memory. I’ll probably add a new cartoon to the blog each week to show that week’s craziness. I plan to type a few explanations for the various comics as well.
You might have to click the images to enlarge them in order to read them.
Without further ado, here we go.
First trimester. The nausea- even from foods you used to love. The hormones. The exhaustion. Your husband starts to wonder where his wife went.
Second Trimester. Once you start feeling better and people can tell you’re pregnant, and not just fat, you are really happy.
Week 27. Third trimester starts to remind me of the first.
Week 28. So… going to the doctor’s office and getting weighed on a regular basis is not fun.
Week 29. If you’re wondering if this is about you, it probably is. Not that I mind that you look amazing. But, sheesh, it does nothing for my self-esteem.
Week 30. I do love that the bigger the belly, the nicer strangers are to you (most of the time).
Week 31. You already know this story actually happened.
Week 32. This actually happened the other night. Except I didn’t literally rip Tom’s head off. I hate when I’m in the middle of working on something and my computer decides to screw me over. Grrr.
Then, Tom tried to cheer me up, and I wasn’t having it. I remember when I used to have a sense of humor. Now it’s hit or miss.
And that pretty much catches us up to speed on where we are in this pregnancy.
More next week!