Hello and Happy Monday once again!
Today marks the halfway point in my pregnancy, 20 weeks down and only 20 more to go until we meet our baby girl!
The first three months were difficult. It was hard not being able to tell people and getting used to some of the ways my body began to change. And the fatigue, oh lord the fatigue… all I wanted to do was sleep. I didn’t feel like myself and it still seemed so surreal that I was actually pregnant because I couldn’t feel or see any proof of it yet. Food, one of my favorite things, became more of a task. I could only eat certain things and if I ate them too many times they would gross me out to the point of never wanting to look at them again.
Well, now I can gladly say I’ve come beyond that point into what is known as the best trimester of pregnancy- trimester 2. I finally have a bump coming in, it still doesn’t quite look like I’m pregnant but it’s definitely there. I’ve seen multiple ultrasound pictures of our baby and even more exciting than that, I can actually feel her moving around in there. My energy level is back to normal for the most part and my appetite came back with it. I have another month and a half until I reach the 3rd trimester so I guess I better enjoy this time before my feet swell into potatoes.
Pregnancy is kind of like life. By that I mean that there are different seasons of our lives, and some are more difficult than others. When we make it through the more difficult seasons of life, we get to experience the really special ones as well. Sure it’s kind of like a rollercoaster, life will always have it’s ups and downs.
For example, we found out a couple of weeks ago that we were having a girl and we were so excited. Then a few days later, my dog passed away and it was difficult to feel excited about anything. It’s been almost a week now and I’ll always be sad about losing him, but I can’t fixate on it and be sad all the time. The end of Skippy’s life marked a new chapter in mine. For the last 13 years he was my responsibility, I fed him, bathed him, loved him and worried about leaving him in the care of others. He was like my baby, but now I’ll have a new baby to take care of and one that comes with tons of extra responsibility. In a way, Skippy prepared me for that and even though I would have loved for him to meet our baby girl, I know that it was his time to go and he served his purpose in my life. God doesn’t make mistakes, as long as we trust his plan for us and have faith that all will be well in the end, we will make it through the tough times as gracefully as possible.
I hope everyone has a great day and an even better week, and if it’s not, just remember that there are better days ahead.