I was feeling a little bad on Sunday as I took off for an afternoon of shopping for my Mother's Day treat.
I was contemplating the inequality of Mother's Day vs. Father's Day.
It does seem as though a bigger deal is made for moms than for dads, don't you think?
I get to sleep in, receive cards, have the day to myself, and Josh cleaned the poop out of the bathtub!
And while I might give Josh sleeping-in privileges and a Father's Day card, his special treatment usually stops there.
Woe to dads.
Their holiday is not as grand.
And then, folks.
And then, I came to my senses.
Of course a bigger deal is made for the moms. I mean, we're the ones that grew those punks.
Things that were true of my pregnancies:
- I spent the first 16 weeks with my head in the toilet
- Immediately after I peed on a stick, I was 10lbs heavier
- My feet swelled to proportions that I didn't know were possible
- I was hideous
- I did not glow
- I am 2 for 2 in moving houses during month 9 of my pregnancies
- One word: Hemorrhoids
But let me not just convey with words why mothers deserve a better "day" than fathers.
As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.
I give you exhibit A:
Erin, 25 years old, and barely pregnant. Ladies and gentlepeeps, I will never look like that again.
9 months later, here I am on the way to the hospital to deliver a squalling infant of unknown gender.
Erin, 26 years old, very pregnant.
Yes I did just post that picture.
No need to adjust your computer screen. I assure you that this photo has not actually been stretched. Only one thing in that picture was stretched, and sadly it was me.
Um, did anyone out there know it was possible to gain that much weight in your face????
I for one did not.
But I learned from my mistake people.
No, I did not gain less weight with my second pregnancy. I just didn't allow any of it to be photographed.
I think maybe we need to see these photos side by side, don't you? For full effect.
OH. MY. GOSH. BECKY. That right there deserves a lifetime of Mother's Day getaways, wouldn't you say?
Oh, and here I am 2 days later bringing Alex home from the hospital.
I am still wearing the same shirt, because, well, I still looked pregnant.
Also true, it took me 10 minutes to get up from that crouched position.
My netherregions were swollen, stitched, and entirely unpleasant.
And then after this picture was taken, the real work started.
I think we moms deserve our day, don't you?
Is it worth it?
Yes. Yes it is.
But I still want my day.