Pregnancy and I have a love/hate relationship.
I am not one to have an easy time with pregnancy in the first
trimester. I'm the mama with her head in the toilet, the trash can, the
parking lot of Target, the random grocery bag I find lying in my car.
It's just not a pretty thing. There is no beauty, no poise, no food
left in my stomach. But it is also during this time that I am most
excited at the prospect of this new little life inside of me.
My second trimester is a wonder land. This time is filled with
delicious foods, yummy cravings, energy, that pregnancy "glow" that
everyone compliments on. The second trimester is just an overall
pleasure to go through.
The third trimester.
It lies in wait like a Jungle Cat for it's
prey. Waiting to snatch the joy away as soon as the second trimester
comes to a close. Everything aches; back, legs, head, uterus. The
energy that seemed to come out of nowhere before now simply never
arrives. And to top it all off, it gets harder and harder to patiently
wait to hold that precious baby. This is where I'm at now.
I am 32 weeks pregnant, and keeping just as close an eye on the
countdown to baby as I am the countdown to SAHMhood. I am very anxious
to see this little boy that has taken up residence inside of me these
past months. He owes me several months of back rent :) Seriously, I
will collect; in the form of cuddles and love.
Having a seven year old already puts parenting into perspective for me.
I have gone through many phases, seen many changes, and have had to
learn what makes my daughter tick. Parenting has the largest learning
curve of any career I know. As "they" say, there is no manual attached
to your children at birth. You can read all the books you want, but it
is almost all trial and error with those tiny humans. How can we ever
know what lies ahead when we decide to make these babies?
I believe pregnancy foreshadows the experience of raising children.Allow me to elaborate.
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