Time is ticking away and I find myself at the start of my third trimester. 12 more weeks to go!
Although I haven't been updating this blog very often, it's not for lack of reflection on this process. Not at all. Instead, the process has been so personal - both miraculous and banal - that I'm finding putting it all into words extremely difficult.
Over the last few months, there have been amazing moments:
- Laying in bed one night after an amazing prenatal yoga class and recognizing that I truly love this little being inside me. I know nothing about her and yet feel more strongly about her than I ever have of anyone.
And irritating moments:
- Folks seem to think that pregnant women are wearing a sign that says "Yes, blessed stranger, please share your opinion with me." My latest favorite: Our brunch waitress nearly refusing to serve me cup of regular coffee and, when I insisted, insinuating that I would "doing anything to get that baby to come early." Thank you, madame MD.
And a lot of simple, beautiful, everyday life moments:
- Sitting on the couch with my husband's hand on my belly feeling our little girl squirm and experiencing complete contentment.
- Looking out the rear view mirror as I left my parent's house this weekend and realizing that the next time I visit that house I, myself, will be a parent.
- Hearing our little girl's heartbeat at each doctor appointment and completely forgetting day's worries and to-do lists.
In these moments, my life is changing forever. I guess it always has. I'm grateful that pregnancy has made me notice.
