In the last 5 or so weeks of pregnancy, I have begun to realize that pregnancy sure is a humbling experience. I mean, you watch your body grow/morph & change right before your eyes & there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Your skin stretches, your face gets fat & breaks out, your back aches & you can't drink for a whole 9+ months. While it's an amazing thing to be growing a human, it's hard not to have some hard times in these 40 weeks.
On Saturday, my momma took me shopping to get some cute summer maternity clothes. She knew I had been having a rough week & wanted to make me feel pretty I guess :)
I am fairly certain I tried on every item in that store. Numerous designer maternity jeans filled my dressing room & none of them fit me right. I tried on my usual size 27. They wouldn't even fit over my thighs. So, I went up to a 29 ::gulp:: & well, they barely fit over my butt. I wanted to sit & cry & feel defeated. I whined to my mom & she kept reminding me "you're pregnant, NOT fat". Oh, ya, that's right. All of this is temporary & I will be ok. I ended up walking out with some cozy lounge pants, a tank top & a long gorgeous summer dress that makes me feel like a million bucks. So jeans aren't my thing this pregnancy, so what?
Don't get me wrong, I am loving being pregnant; because, well I do get a child at the end of it. And, I love the fact the people tell me I'm "glowing" and look so beautiful, even though I sometimes think they're full of it. It makes me feel good & makes me step back & think of the real reason I am doing this- for me, for my husband, for us. We have been blessed with the wonderful gift from God & I thank Him for that every single day.
I have my moments with feeling self conscience & then, Claire kicks me & wiggles in there & I am reminded yet again how amazing this experience is, even with some rough patches.
Baby Girl, I love you more everyday. Daddy & I cannot wait to meet you in 4 short months. Keep growing strong & healthy in there.
19 week belly