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This is a great example of why journaling and writing is so therapeutic for me. I started the journaling out going in one direction and ended up somewhere completely different, but in a good way...
This is one of the first pictures that I've taken of my pregnancy so far *and I'm over 5 months along!* I was browsing EmilyB's gallery the other day and realized I'd better get some preg. LOs done before it's over with.
Journaling: (sorry, it's a novel)
“Only four more months to go!” On my more moody days I have been tempted to slap people when they say that to me. No, indeed, I have another 5 long months to endure, but each and every day I look at Devyn and remind myself “this is my reward!” This pregnancy has definitely had its moments, from the out of the blue mood swings to the still lingering morning sickness at the weirdest moments, it’s bound to be a rough ride, but I know our son is worth every bit of it and more.
This little guy is giving me quite a ride. All through the night he kicks to remind me when I’ve been laying on one side too long so I’ll turn over. Each morning we have specific cravings that have caused many *many* trips to the corner grocery store in slippers and no makeup… if I’m not in the mood to feed that craving, he simply “rejects” the food. He planted himself so ‘low’ that most of the time when he kicks I worry I’ll have a foot sticking out of me at any moment. Whereas I used to have a sturdy bladder, I now don’t trust myself to be more than a 2 minute walk from any given restroom. I call him my “octopus baby” because he never kicks in the same spot more than once. No one has yet had the patience to keep chasing his kicks around my belly to feel them, instead they settle for watching it pop and move around.
Yes, I miss being normal. I miss Starbucks, my cute clothes and jeans that actually fit, I miss being able to pick things up off the floor without causing a big scene, I miss being able to paint my toenails *only* and not my entire toe, and being able to hug my husband without my bottom sticking out and hugging my daughter without her “riding” on top of my tummy. But the way that I look at it is that I’ll have the rest of my life to experience that again… this is the last time in my life, however, that I’ll get to experience pregnancy. So I’m going to make the most of it and cherish every day of it, because someday, a short five months or less from now, it will be the last day.
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