Before I was pregnant I heard women rave about how wonderful it is to be pregnant. That they feel so cute, sexy, healthy, and an overall sense of extreme joy.
I don't.
I feel joy only in knowing that in January we will have a baby of our own and I am so excited to be a mom and for Brett to be a dad.
When I was sick in the first trimester, my first journal entry started with "this will be an only child...". Thankfully my sickness is over and life is good and maybe someday, someday we will have another child.
Being pregnant is so different than I thought it would be. Everyday is a different adventure. Some days I feel absolutely huge, whale-like if you will. Other days it seems as though our little one hides somewhere inside me...maybe it loves hide and seek...I have no idea. I have felt it move a couple of times. It was last week when I traded a girl at work a chemical peel for a massage and after I got up from the massage it felt like the baby jumped from one side of my abdomen to the other! In a very soft, gentle way of course (It's only about 7 inches tall...)
Some of the funniest things about being pregnant are:
-going to the bathroom 3 times during the night
-zonking out when bedtime comes because I'm so tired
-waistbands of pants getting tighter
-realizing that the kid throwing a tantrum in the supermarket...could someday be this baby
-weeks are so much slower....40 is an eternity away
and just getting excited to be a mom. I'm so excited and scared.
1. Lake Powell next week!
2. Finals!
3. That I am not into the prego pants yet...I just don't know how I feel about those elastic waistbands yet...