The Stork Brought Him

Lately I have found myself reliving my pregnancy. Mostly due to TimeHop reminding me everyday what I was doing this time last year.  It is so hard to put into words, but pregnancy is a giant blur.  When I look back, it feels as though it was an out of body experience.  I vaguely remember important things about the pregnancy, but it feels like I watched while I floated above myself.  It is the strangest feeling.  My pregnancy was overall really good with a few unfortunate obstacles. I had morning sickness for the first 20 weeks and mono and bronchitis for about 3 months during my second trimester.  I am incredibly thankful for the gift of pregnancy and having a child, but I in no way enjoyed pregnancy.  I was not one of those women just raving about the joy of it. Aside from that I surprisingly didn’t mind being 9 months pregnant in the middle of the Texas heat, because I just spent all day, everyday in the pool.  In fact, I think that’s why I was so overdue, because I was just too relaxed, and he was just too comfortable!

I don’t know what has made it seem so foreign to me.  I look at my body, and can’t even fathom that it transformed that way, and grew a tiny human.  I gratefully only gained 25 lbs, mostly because I was extremely sick for so long I had to force myself to eat, but I made up for that in the 2nd and 3rd trimester with the amount of milk and ice cream I consumed. I think part of the reason it seems so foreign is once I delivered him, it just went away. Suddenly it was just empty, almost as if it never happened.  Somehow he ate it all away so fast, that 2 weeks later I was below my pre pregnancy weight.  I of course still carried some belly weight (that is still hanging with me 9 months later.)  I in no way can take credit for this, completely shocked (and obviously thankful) that it melted away.  The fact that it just went away, is really confusing for my brain.  I believe that is why I think a stork just left him on my doorstep.  One day I was huge and then 2 weeks later it was GONE, and I was holding a baby boy in my arms. I in no way expect my next pregnancy to be like this, but I am incredibly grateful this one was.

My vagina on the other hand, now that’s another story.

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2017-08-11T15:53:18+00:00 June 12th, 2015|Baby, birth, Pregnancy|

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Writing has always allowed me to be able to communicate better what I am truly feeling not only with others but mainly with myself. It allows me to look inside my heart, figure things out, and help me be who I really want to be.