Pregnancy

Today I am feeling especially pregnant. Not that I ever really feel not pregnant, I mean with the big belly, baby bouncing, and all the other wonderful pregnancy things a woman gets to experience. But today I feel really pregnant. I’m only 21 weeks.

Only… Already… I guess it depends on how you look at it. Since April of 2010 I have been pregnant a grand total of 101 weeks. There are only 145 weeks between April 1, 2010 and today, January 14, 2013. That makes 21 weeks seem like nothing. Makes the end seem so far away. Yet at the same time, I’m already more then half way through my third and final pregnancy. 

Anyway, back to feeling especially pregnant. Anyone who has ever been pregnant knows that feeling of helplessness you get when you have to strain to tie your shoes… or when you sit down on the floor and struggle to stand back up. That’s me today. Feeling a little more pregnant then normal. And it’s only going to get worse. And I can’t wait. Weird eh?

I love being pregnant. I love feeling the baby move inside me. The little kicks and jabs and sudden needs to pee when they hit your bladder the right way. It’s amazing. Hearing the heartbeat for the very first time. Or the 100th. It’s all amazing. Seeing the little one moving around on the ultrasound screen, finding out if you are going to be buying pink or blue. Or not finding out and holding onto the suspense a little longer. I had to find out. I hate not knowing things! And I love to be able to buy a bunch of the color I am going to need. Decorate the baby’s room (not that there is anything wrong with a gender neutral room, I went that route with my first born) And naming the baby! And using that name. It makes me feel like the baby is already a part of our family. (Not that I am saying the baby isn’t a part of your family if you don’t know the gender, to me it just made a big difference!) Where was I… Oh right.. The amazingness of pregnancy. 

It’s not all amazing. There are the sides of it that some people pretend don’t exist and others dwell on looking for sympathy. The aches, pains, stretch marks, constipation, bloating, weight gain, morning sickness. Ah the list goes on! But it can’t be that bad can it? Most of us have more then one baby. Some of us (like me) even go as far to have 3 in less then 2.5 years. I know. What was I thinking right?

I’ll tell you what I was thinking… I was thinking my brothers and I were all pretty close in age, and we got along great. And fought like cats and dogs. They were my best friends. And my worst enemies. We stick up for one another, we help one another out. We love one another. I don’t remember a time when I was an only child, even though I was the oldest. As far as I am concerned, they were always around (well except my youngest 2 brothers, I remember Mom being pregnant with them and them being babies) I wanted that for my babies too. To always have a play mate, a friend, an enemy, a confidant, a partner in crime… someone to blame for the things they do. But mostly, someone to grow up with and make memories with. 

Ah the joys of motherhood and pregnancy. The stress, the joys, the tears, the smiles, the sleepless nights. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love it. Even on days like today when the boys are picking on one another and are cranky. After all, that’s what naps are for, right?

 

Love, hugs and more to come later!

Lynn

 

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