Who Am I?
So, this is what being pregnant at 39 weeks is like? I can’t see my feet, heart burn is cranked up to fire breathing level, and feeling the constant pressure of arms and legs pushing out my belly stretching my skin like it’s made of playdough. The only pieces of clothing that are slightly comfortable are oversized dresses also known as tents and sandals that only last a few hours before the ankle swelling kicks in and the straps have to be cut off.
Don’t get me started with the random remarks and gawks from people. “Are you sure you aren’t carrying twins?” Or “Are you sure you’re not due any earlier?” My ultimate favorite one is “Wow, you are HUGE!” Why do grown adults think it is ok to tell a pregnant woman just how big she is? Do you want to walk away with a limp because this momma-to-be has not the time nor the patient to teach a Manners 101 Class on how to talk to pregnant women?
Did I Just Say That?
I am honestly surprised how hormones have taken the lead in aspects of my mind and body. I find myself arguing with my boyfriend over the dumbest things that I would have never given any attention to post pregnancy. My tongue is razor-sharp because there is no filter between my brain and my mouth. I’ve been delivering nonstop judgement and shade more than an Amazon Prime subscription. Also, why wasn’t I warned that I would lose all control of my gripping capability? The name Butter Fingers is taken to a whole other level. When I drop something on the ground, it will most likely stay there until Christmas. I have to squat like a professional sumo wrestler just to pick up anything from the ground while breaking out in a sweat. I can’t remember why I walked into a room and I drop things all the time.
The Stories Are True
The restless nights, unimaginable weight gain, hair growth in places I wouldn’t have imagined, water retention in every joint in my body and the random food cravings at 3 AM are all worth it. Yes, I sound corny but it’s true. I would go thru all of this craziness again to bring my little man into this world. I thought my body was a beast for surviving a monthly period for decades but to witness it completely transform every day into a living incubator to grow another human is incredible. No matter how many stories I hear or experiences women have shared with me, they did not prepare me for truly understanding what it feels like growing a human in your belly. I love this child and we have not even met. How can I feel complete protection, devotion and utter glee for someone that I have not met face to face?
Ready, Set, Go!
Knowing that someone will be calling me their mother soon is still mind-blowing. Am I ready for this responsibility? As much as I can be. Will I be a great mother? I’ll try. Will I screw up? You can bet on it. Will his father and I love this child with everything that we have in our hearts, minds
Shortlink for this post: https://znd.mx/d1N5K