–Some days I’ll be riding the bus to work and think ‘oh no! I forgot my baby!‘ If I’m sitting just right, my pregnant belly is comfortable and unnoticeable to me. And I feel like I left it at home. Which makes me sad, until I look down. There it is. Still attached. Smile.
–There’s a human growing inside of me. A real, live, human.
–My monthly weigh-ins are a highlight for me. I really had trouble gaining weight during the first trimester, so it’s a fun adventure for me to see how many pounds I’ve been adding on recently. My last weigh-in showed a 5 lb. gain and I thought Todd might actually high five me (something he used to do a lot but now refuses to do until the baby is born). I’m hoping for at least 7 lbs. at today’s appointment.
I know, I know….I’ve had women tell me how lucky I am to be trying to gain weight, not trying to lose it. I don’t doubt that my day for that will come, but in the mean time—peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter.
– I just realized I’m in my 3rd trimester.
–I LOVE being pregnant. Love love love it.
Sure, I can’t run like I used to, do my job like I used to, plan fun summer excursions, or enjoy a nice glass of wine with my husband like I used to.
Instead, I gladly accept all the aches and pains, the endless nights of poor quality sleep, the all-too-frequent trips to the bathroom, the uncomfortable feeling that there’s no longer enough room in there for both food and baby.
Because every time Junebug kicks (which is A LOT now), every time I look at my changing body, every time I feel a twinge in my back, I am reminded how incredibly awesome beyond words it is that we have this blessing.
I am doing everything in my power to keep this baby healthy and leaving the rest up to God. I am just the vessel that is responsible for keeping this tiny human comfortable until he/she enters the world.
And there is nothing, nothing in this world that I would trade for that.
