As of official time (I just want it to sound really important), I'm a week away from my halfway point of 20 weeks. In my head, I see myself running a long marathon where I am getting used to the breathing pace, the pains (literally) and the challenges of being in the Lala land of pregnancy. At least in a marathon, you gather all your last strength, make a dash for it and cut the red finish ribbon. Sounds achievable. But in pregnancy, I think it would take me a couple dozen prayers, painful shrieks and wishing to all the saints that the ordeal will be over pretty soon. Yeah, yeah... Giving birth is a wonderful moment-when the baby is finally in your arms. But before that, it is pure hell. I've seen enough birthing videos to know what pain means when that beautiful bundle of joy is still squeezing her way down your birth canal. (Cold, freezing moment there . . . Silence... Okay, I'm back).
I try to think of all the nice moments after, like feeding the baby, playing with her, those kind of moments. It will change my life I know. But this little dynamo in my tummy who can kick like a big bull has captured my heart. I love it dearly.
19 weeks pregant and growing. Geez, you guys should see my grandma panties, they're humongous! Can't wait to get back to my normal pre-pregnancy weight. I can use those panties as a halloween costume - a one piece wonder woman suit. Those stretchies can cover my bossom easily! All I would need is a shiny, gold belt and red boots!
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