Is Anyone Home?
Early pregnancy has been a little weird for me.
I haven't had an "awful" first trimester. I vomited 2-3 times total, the only smell that bothers me is deodorant, and my boobs were sore about as long as they're sore when I'm about to get my period.
The only thing that sort of sucks is I have mild nausea throughout the day, but nothing to write home about.
For a week I was ravenous, but mind over matter, I didn't eat everything in sight. I told myself it's not real hunger, and that too has subsided.
I say all this to say, lots of mornings I wake up and wonder out loud, "is there really a baby in there?"
I've seen it on the ultrasound. Three times now to be exact.
It's an active baby. Jumping around and enjoying its big swimming pool while it has the room.
I've listened to its heartbeat, at first 177 beats per minute, then 168, then 162.
I know something is alive in there, but it feels like since I've seen the baby, I should have a belly or something else that lets the world know "Hey, I'm making a human!"
I've read and been told by friends, that their bellies didn't come in until their sixth month. TWENTY FOUR WEEKS! I'm only 13.5 weeks now. COME ON!
I haven't gained any weight, nor is my belly feeling rounder.
I suppose I should relish in this fact.
I'd been on Facebook long enough to see all the desperate posts from exhausted mommies praying they go into labor soon because their backs are hurting and they aren't sleeping well and they're constantly out of breath.
No, no. I can definitely wait.
It's just that, maybe I'm itching to feel special, you know. Like people run to the door to open it or give up their seat on the subway kind of thing. Maybe that's what all these feelings are truly about.
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
I haven't had an "awful" first trimester. I vomited 2-3 times total, the only smell that bothers me is deodorant, and my boobs were sore about as long as they're sore when I'm about to get my period.
The only thing that sort of sucks is I have mild nausea throughout the day, but nothing to write home about.
For a week I was ravenous, but mind over matter, I didn't eat everything in sight. I told myself it's not real hunger, and that too has subsided.
I say all this to say, lots of mornings I wake up and wonder out loud, "is there really a baby in there?"
I've seen it on the ultrasound. Three times now to be exact.
It's an active baby. Jumping around and enjoying its big swimming pool while it has the room.
I've listened to its heartbeat, at first 177 beats per minute, then 168, then 162.
I know something is alive in there, but it feels like since I've seen the baby, I should have a belly or something else that lets the world know "Hey, I'm making a human!"
I've read and been told by friends, that their bellies didn't come in until their sixth month. TWENTY FOUR WEEKS! I'm only 13.5 weeks now. COME ON!
I haven't gained any weight, nor is my belly feeling rounder.
I suppose I should relish in this fact.
I'd been on Facebook long enough to see all the desperate posts from exhausted mommies praying they go into labor soon because their backs are hurting and they aren't sleeping well and they're constantly out of breath.
No, no. I can definitely wait.
It's just that, maybe I'm itching to feel special, you know. Like people run to the door to open it or give up their seat on the subway kind of thing. Maybe that's what all these feelings are truly about.
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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