Pregnancy can be rough. Leading up to finding out we were pregnant, I thought that carrying a child came with a cute baby bump and “the glow.” Instead, I find myself growing at an uncontrollable rate, my face riddled with acne, and the need to sleep every couple of hours.
The first trimester of this pregnancy was difficult for me. While I never actually vomited, I experienced extreme nausea 24/7 for weeks six through twelve. I felt like I was drunk and seasick all at the same time. I was rendered useless and my poor husband was left to care for our household and work duties.
I’ve been way too focused on the negative aspects of pregnancy. The fatigue, nausea, food aversions, etc. Every time we see our little guy on an ultrasound, he’s typically breeched and huddled near by bladder. Any movement (big or small) feels like an attack on my bladder and lady bits. It’s the strangest and most uncomfortable sensation.
My face is red, dry, and cracking. My body looks and feels foreign to me. I have to pee at least five times throughout the night and this belly is starting to get in the way of everything.
It can be easy to complain when you feel uncomfortable and unattractive, but it recently dawned on me that I have so much to be thankful for.
I have been blessed with the ability to carry this sweet child. It is an honor to be able to create, carry, and deliver another human being. This might be the only time that I experience what it’s like to be pregnant; to feel a baby’s kicks from within, to watch my ever expanding belly grow.
I’m aware that there are women who experience the heartache of infertility. Women who want nothing more to experience the pains and joys of pregnancy. It makes my slight discomfort seem so insignificant.
I’m so incredibly grateful for the little life within me. For the gift of being able to carry and shelter our child. I’ve decided to make a conscious effort to embrace and enjoy the miracle of pregnancy.
Featured image taken by the talented Naomi from our Flytographer shoot on Maui.