I don't want to come off as gushing here, but I do love being pregnant. The beginning wasn't fun, and I'm expecting (based on stories I've heard) that the end won't be fun either. I wanted to write this post to share with others while I'm still in the "awesome" stage of pregnancy, because I'm already a few weeks into the third trimester. I'm told that any day now I will be DONE with pregnancy and want "it" out. So let's enjoy the happy moment while it lasts, shall we?
I love being pregnant. I love that this huge miracle is going on within my body. Although I can't actually see what is going on there, it's so fun to read about what is going on with the baby every day. It's like I'm getting insights into the progress of the big mystery, rather than wait until the end of the 40 weeks to see the result. Also known as, THE BABY.
I love feeling the baby move inside of me. I have loved this since the very first time I noticed it. I was driving to work while enjoying my morning OJ (yes, the stuff that makes babies go crazy) when I started feeling a tap in my stomach. It was bizarre! I started bawling my eyes out while driving 65 mph. I can't explain how intense it was. I had known that I was pregnant for weeks, yes. I had seen ultrasound pictures. I had heard the heartbeat. But the baby was REALLY inside of me now! I had been waiting for it to register in my head (my husband thought I was nuts) for weeks, and this did the trick. It was amazing. This little person was moving around, growing inside of me. Beautiful. I had to call my husband immediately and tell him all about it. Luckily my initial thoughts of the feeling related to him well, as he is a musician. It felt like someone tapping on a microphone while you're in the crowd. That dull vibration that hits your whole body? Well that's what I felt, but in a very small and focused part of my belly. I loved it. Of course in the weeks since, the movements of the baby feel much different. Sean was able to feel the movements about 6 weeks later, and he was so sad that he couldn't feel it when I could. We have been able to actually see the baby move for a couple of months.
Being pregnant makes boring and stressful times more bearable. Someone is screaming at me, and you know what, I don't really care. I have a little bundle of joy swimming around right beneath my hand. I'm yawning my head off in a meeting (yay exhaustion) and can't keep my eyes open, until the baby wakes up and starts moving around. Now I'm smiling and/or giggling. The small things don't bother me so much now, because something huge is going on in my life. This baby gives me a positive focal point, and I've loved educating myself about pregnancy, child birth, breastfeeding, babies, mothering, diapers, etc.
I love how my husband looks at me. Now to be clear, I've always loved how my husband looks at me. There is no doubt when he looks at me that he loves me, and I cherish that. But now that we are pregnant, WOW. He has this new sparkle in his eyes, a new sense of pride, and a definite look of excitement. I've known for years that he would love being a father, and that he was looking forward to it. But having it become a reality has really shown me how much it means to him. Learning, planning, dreaming, all of that is so much fun to do with him. We are both so excited for this new adventure!
Acne. Everywhere. Worse than in my teen years. That's all I want to say about that. Yuck.
When someone asks how I am doing, sometimes they seem annoyed that I'm so positive in my responses. I don’t understand why, but they do. Like, "You're having a good pregnancy!?! Mine was hell!!" My pregnancy is easy in my opinion, but it may also be my frame of mind that makes it seem so easy. I'm grateful for every moment of it. The good and the bad. But of course, holding our baby in my arms for the first time will leave no question in my mind that this was worth it. Oh, and yes, I'm already looking forward to being pregnant again…