Which means that this Wednesday, I'm 37 weeks pregnant.
It also means that this Wednesday, I'm 38 weeks pregnant.
If I hadn't had an ultrasound that pushed back my "due date" an entire week, then I'd be telling people that I have approximately 2 weeks left.
As it happens, though, I've been telling most people that I have 3 weeks left...that way, if I happen to be a few weeks "late," no one will really start noticing for a while. ;)
That's me--oh, and my little baby. See him?
Dreaming about having a newborn son, trying to picture what he'll look like, how much hair he will have, envisioning his little body asleep in his crib...it's getting me almost giddy these days (have I said that already on here? Well, there it is again!)
It makes the pregnancy real--as in, I'm not just growing bigger and bigger for nothing. I'm not feeling uncomfortable for no reason. The tiny spurts of nausea that still hit occasionally are actually creating a person.
These movements that I'm feeling all the time, are a little guy who's probably getting anxious to have some more "room," too. I'm not the only one! It's a good thing that he's feeling heavier and bigger, and I'm having to use the bathroom constantly.
It's a tricky balance, this business of discussing pregnancy without complaining. (When my siblings and I were little, we had this phrase we'd use after issuing some form of complaint: "I wasn't complaining! I was just stating facts!!") Because though pregnancy can be unpleasant sometimes, we as mothers should be feeling privileged and blessed that we've been able to even conceive. It's truly amazing that our feeble bodies are able to carry a growing child around in our bellies for 8, 9, and sometimes 10 months.
I cringe when people make negative comments about pregnancy, or when moms say, "I can't wait to get this baby O-U-T!!"
Yeah, yeah, I know what they're saying. I feel their pain. But at the same time, I don't think there's any good reason out there to "hate" on the belly.
Pregnancy isn't a disease. It's God's way of ushering the next generation into this world. Oh, c'mon, how cool is that?!
Re: women complaining about being pregnant. As I've never been pregnant, I can't comment on how I'd actually respond in the real situation. But, I can say that I agree with you wholeheartedly! I am very grateful that I was raised with the "this is not a disease" approach.
ReplyDeleteWhen my sister had her first baby, the midwife commented on how her reaction to labor and childbirth was so different than most mothers the midwife attends.
I read all of your posts, but I don't always comment. :)