28 weeks today.
still feeling great and am trying to get used to my constantly changing body. i think this is the hardest part. i’ve always wanted to be a mother (several times over) and have always wanted to be the cute pregnant woman (obviously…and i’m so serious,) so when i say that getting used to my changing body is the harder part may seem like a superficial statement. it actually makes me feel badly to even acknowledge it. but honestly, it’s the hardest part. i can deal with developing an aching hip while i sleep, or the constriction and constant cramping of my ribs, but nothing, other than encouraging words from my boo really ease my constant struggle of not recognizing my body as my own.
i think truly loving the process is about being okay with what you hate about it and what you love about it and saying ‘yes’ to it all. i may have a breakdown from time to time (yes, two days ago) and i may bask in the glory of my glow during pregnancy from time to time, but i guess that doesn’t mean that i loathe the entire experience.
it’s a beautiful process, this whole being a home for another human being thing, even with its ugliest of days.