Pregnancy...
the time to really enjoy that extra nap you get because apparently those won't happen when the baby comes.
the time you pee a gazillion times a day (really only a few extra times from before pregnancy, but that seems like a gazillion).
the time you have strange dreams (or just actually wake up from strange dreams).
the time you gain weight and it's a good thing.
the time you really try to use as an excuse for any and everything (I really want some fries, you just had some yesterday, it's OK I'm pregnant...PS I don't suggest this unless you want to gain even more than you already will)
the time...well you get the picture.
I have been super blessed with my pregnancy. I feel great, look great, and couldn't be more excited to see my belly grow (seriously).
But I haven't felt pregnant, I've just feel like I'm getting fat. Until the other day, when I felt a little twitter almost like a muscle twitch.
It seems so crazy that right inside ME, there is a small human being that I am responsible for eating enough nutrients to support it, to take care of myself better than I ever have because it has no choice.
These flutters are a reminder that I, in a few short months, will be Momma. I get to have that amazing feeling when the child comes to me and wants only me. This is a feeling that I have been imagining and witnessing for so long that I sometimes forget I have not actually experienced it.
I can't wait until I can be that mom that says, "Go ask your Dad" or "it will be OK." I can't wait til I teach it all I can about anything and everything. Bring on the questions, but maybe we can skip some of the "whys." Maybe? Please. I remember when my now 17 year-old-cousin went through the "why" stage. Holly Molly, it's like you can't graduate to awesome as a mom unless you can answer "why is the rock there" or "why is the sky blue." But I know it will be moments like that that I miss when they no longer ask questions, but think they know it all.
Well apparently I needed some rambling time.
On to the dream I had: Last night I dreamed we were having a boy. This is the first time I have dreamed of the gender and the first time it's been a boy in my mind at all. He was crying and crying from being scared or upset, but would not and I mean would not relax and let momma take care of him. He refused to be comforted by the one person who usually makes everything better. Needless to say, I did NOT like this dream.
Boy or Girl? What do you think?
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