The series that saved my sanity

When I was pregnant with this last child, I thought I had entered a level of purgatory.

I was grateful to be baking another beauty but it started with pain and scares and a sick tummy and it continued that way for 9 long months. I mostly laid in bed with my then 3 year old and when I was awake I was either staring at the wall or crying from all the constant discomfort.

Kind like I do now but that’s beside the point.

Towards the end of the Pregnancy of Sorrow and Woe and Cankles, I had put out a question on Facebook, “Anyone read any good books lately?” Two ladies mentioned the same series.

The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich.

I immediately ran waddled to my library and got the first one. And let me tell you, it was like a ray of sunshine shined down on my poor crippled and bloated body. It was just enough smut, plenty of crazy grandma, an over abundance or humor, a couple of hookers and two heart-pounding-face-flushing-giggle-like-a-school-girl hunks o’burnin love. AND THERE’S 17 OF THEM!!

I think what I love most, though, is that while Stephanie is described as pretty and apparently has one of those bodies that it doesn’t matter how many peanut butter and olive sandwiches (ew) or donuts or TastyKakes she ate or the fact she hated anything that felt like exercise, she still looked fantastic but she was far from perfect. She often ended up smeared in garbage, someone’s food or at one moment of kindness towards a flock of geese in a park ended with her covered with Cracker Jacks and goose poo. She has at least one car blow up, catch on fire, stolen or vandalized in each book.

And who doesn’t want a side kick hooker turned file clerk who has an unhealthy love for spandex?

Any wonder why this book saved me through one of the biggest transitions of my life??

And to make things even more wonderful, they a movie of the first one.

Now, it’s rare that a movie will do a book justice but it can still be fun.

And, boy, was it.

Especially when you go with 3 of the funnest girls on the planet!

So, while it wasn’t a self-help book called “How to Survive a Crappy Pregnancy” or a book of scripture, it saved one beat down exhausted girl!

Thank you, Sister Evanovich!