I am 23 weeks pregnant with a baby girl. Did you know? I sure did, especially lately.
This pregnancy, like the other two, is uneventful. If there is anything I am good at, it's being pregnant. I only get sick for about a month and then after that it's smooth sailing. Having two other children to care for during the day doesn't give me much time to think about the fact that I am pregnant. But as it is getting harder to bend over to pick things up, I sure remember I am pregnant. Like if I bend over to pick up toys or socks, I feel like I am going to implode. My eyes feel like they are going to pop right out of my head. I truly cannot breath. My back hurts. Bending over is my reminder of being pregnant.
The end of the day is when I feel like I have been hit by a truck. My legs feel heavy when I climb up the stairs. My lower belly muscles are shot. My back feels stretched. And I happily peel off my Bella Band and my jeans and slip into my comfy pants. That is always the best part of the day.
I can feel my baby girl moving throughout the day. I feel her the most in the morning right as I wake up. If I am lucky enough to wake up before Jack summons me to get Van out of the crib, I can enjoy the first morning kicks and rolls in silence. She is starting to get big enough to where I can see her move if I stare at my stretch-marked belly long enough.
It is interesting to watch Ethan evolve as a dad with each pregnancy. With Jack, we had not idea what to expect. When he was born, Ethan was in love, but still apprehensive. With Van, he was nervous that he wouldn't love him as much as he loved Jack. But sure enough, he was just as enamored. With this baby, he is thrilled. He knows what to expect, he knows the late nights don't last and he knows he will love our baby girl just as much as his boys. I think a girl will be good for him. It will soften his rougher edges.
Amid the gaping stretch marks and uncomfortable sleep, I am profoundly grateful that I am able to get pregnant and be pregnant. In Relief Society a few Sundays ago, the teacher asked, "What shows you that God exists?" My answer was pregnancy. I do not know how you can be pregnant and not believe in a higher power. The way your body knows just what to do is amazing. As is your body knowing how to feed your new baby.
Pregnancy is a miracle and I am honored to have my body do what God created it to do.