I swore I would never complain about any pregnancy related symptoms. After all it's been almost one year since we lost our first child at 12 weeks gestation and went through not only a tramatic emotional situation but also a tramautic physical situation ending up in the ER because of hemorrhaging.
I can remember after loosing our first child just dwelling on what a miraculous thing pregnancy
was and wishing I could back and soak in those 'wonderful' pregnant feelings (aka morning sickness, extreme fatigue, not being able to button my pants, you get the idea) that I only got to experience for a short 12 weeks.
Now, here I am having to reach for the keyboard, typing away at almost 8 months pregnant. TUMS could be considered a food group on my pyramid. Rolling over in bed is a 5 point turn, seriously. My wedding ring only fits on days that the temperature reads in the "below zero" range. My mid section, butt, and thighs continue to expand. I officially have stretch marks on my sides. I don't recognize my own belly button. I've never seen such a high number on a scale I've been standing on. My work wardrobe is getting very limited. Good thing I checked the back of my hair the other day before leaving for work because I found my hair looked fine but I had a sort of "stress fracture" in the butt of my pants...leaving my underwear quite visible. That was story #1 of splitting pants. Sad to say, there is already a story #2 of splitting maternity pants... I will spare you or should I say spare myself the embarrasing details. Brady tells me it's because the pants were made out of a type of elastic and it's "not like I split a pair of thick jeans"
Thanks honey, it's good to know I will always be beautiful to you, split pants, stretch marks and all.
Our little boy is growing inside of me. I get to feel his every movement, every hiccup. He is with me every minute of every day. The moral here is that I wouldn't trade anything I mentioned above for anything in the entire world. It's all part of becomming a Mommy and I feel so blessed God chose me to be his Mommy. I plan on fully soaking in the beauty (and occasional pain) that comes a long with these last 8 weeks.
A much more exciting note - we welcomed this beautiful new niece into the family Friday January 21, 2011. She came just one day before her actual due date.
Meet Miss Paityn Joy. 7 lb 5oz, 20 inches long and perfect. She will be loved on much by her two big sisters Taylor and Bailey. I'm so proud to be her aunt. I can't wait to see her and our lil guy grow together being only a couple months apart.
Have a good week and stay warm!
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