We all have an image in our minds of what it is to be pregnant. This picture, taken recently by my mother, captures the way I feel at this point...at 35 weeks, I start drifting into that dreamy, soft place where everyday cares make way for thoughts of tiny bonnets and onesies, of having a peaceful birth, and of that timeless moment when mother and babe first look at one anothers' faces. It is a blurred, pastel-coloured time, and one I always cherish....before the exhaustion, physical recuperation, and non-stop tending begin.
I figured it was time for a last hurrah, and going out dancing for Halloween with some of my best girlfriends seemed like the best option. But first...the costume:
I know. I just look gross, don't I? I think my husband's words, in regards to the mustache, was "dirty". For school, I usually dress up as a princess of some sort, to the delight of my Kindergarten students. For going out, I usually don a colourful bobbed wig, sparkly makeup, and some confection of a costume involving wings, belly dance coin scarves, veils, and so on.
To say that this costume was a stretch out of my usual boundaries would be understating it.
Dressing up allows us to alter our personalities for an evening. I ran into several parents of children I teach, or have taught, and it took them several beats to even recognize me. I walked, sat, spoke, and danced as if this Dwayne character was who I really am. The belly? Too many beers. I wore my husband's favourite red y-front undies, and drew on belly and chest hair.
We had a hoot, to say the least. I shook my belly and swaggered around like I was the hottest thing on earth.It was refreshing to not be pretty, graceful, or sexy on Halloween night. I scratched my belly, hitched my pants up, and sneered at every chance. Getting out for one more night of fun before the pastel-days arrive was just what the doctor ordered.
What will YOUR alter be on Halloween night?