I can’t sleep. In 12 hours, I’ll be welcoming our next child into the world, and though I NEED rest, I just can’t stop my train of thoughts. It’s hard to believe that, as of tomorrow, I’ll be holding this little guy or gal.
Before this pregnancy comes to an end, there are just a few things I’d like to capture for prosperity’s sake.
All in all, this was a good pregnancy. I had only garden-variety complaints, nothing major and for that I’m blessed. Everything did feel more cumbersome this time around, but that was probably due to the fact that I’m older now, work full-time, have two school-aged children and started this pregnancy heavier and more out of shape than before (if there were going to be a next time, I’ve learned my lesson on that front). But there were some things that made this time around really stand out:
1. My kids.
Last time I did this, I was raising a little 2-1/2 year old spitfire who demanded so much of my time and attention (naturally) that I spent the better part of my pregnancy worried about how she’d fare having to share it, as she was our entire world in the way that only your firstborn can be. Now, I have two independent little girls who share my world, although sometimes begrudgingly on their part. I haven’t had to question if more than one child can fully occupy my mind and fill my heart as I have proof in those two that, yes, they can. And it will be no different with No. 3.
Those little girls have made this pregnancy special and unique. They have showered ME and my growing belly with attention, in a way that a toddler – in their me-centered world – cannot. And I mean that literally. For months, they’ve greeted me at the door by hugging, kissing and rubbing my growing belly; they’ve talked to it and singed to it and watched in awe as it moves in response to their voice and touch. They’ve wonder allowed what it will look like, if it will be a boy or girl, and what it must feel like to be on the inside. In general, they treat it like it’s their own. I’ll admit that all of that handsy-ness can, and does, get a little irritating at times (we’ve all heard the phrase ‘touched-out’), but I’ve embraced it for the fleeting experience it will ultimately be….
2. Experience.
Been there, done that. Being that this is the third time around, this pregnancy doesn’t get that all-encompassing, laser-focused attention as my first. But that’s not a bad thing. I haven’t stressed about every little thing, and I don’t think I will once the baby arrives. I know things will be tough at times, and we’ll get through it. My husband is more laid back and is actually embracing this huge life change with something that resembles ‘fervor.’ We were the old pros on our hospital tour, with zero questions about our ‘birth plan’ or comments about foregoing an epidural, and that was comforting. I remember that anxiety of not knowing what to expect all too well. Now I know enough to know that you can’t really have too many expectations, because that implies control, and I’m of the mindset that you have very little when your little one decides to make his or her entrance into the world.
3. A pregnancy boom.
Unlike the last time around, I’m surrounded by other pregnant women. On my street. At work. At the playground, neighborhood square, in the gossip magazines and every else in between. I’ve lost track of how many times people have commented that is must have been a long, cold, snowy winter. There must have been quite a few holiday parties last December. Or, there must be something in the water. I get it: I’m not alone. And there’s something very comforting about that this time around.
4. The kindness of those around you.
Say what you want about people being assholes (I’ve encountered quite a few myself), but people seem to be on their best behavior around pregnant women. Or else they are world-class actors. Whatever the case, I admit that I love the attention you get when you’re pregnant. No one wants you to overdo it. They offer you water, their seats, a place ahead of them in the bathroom line. They ask how you’re doing and seem genuinely interested. They often share their own parenting or pregnancy stories, reaching out for a connection when in normal cases, they wouldn’t feel the need.
5. The top of my head, and my mid-section.
Not everything about this pregnancy is deep and insightful. It also comes down to vanity. I’m not one of those women blessed with thick, glorious, shiny hair. But that changes when I’m pregnant. So, yes, I’ll miss these flowing locks, which I know I’ll be seeing all too soon in the nearest shower drain.
And then there’s this belly. I’m not someone who shies away from a ripe, pregnant belly (though there were no bikini incidents this time around). I like how my body changes when I’m pregnant, and I really embraced it, despite the added aches and pains I can only assume are due to my ‘advanced maternal age’ and general out-of-shape-edness. I love that you can just put it all out there – no need to check my profile and try desperately to suck in (yes, I still do that) or forgo a pair of pants for fear of the dreaded muffin top. For now, I’m growing life. At least until tomorrow. Then I can return to those mundane concerns that will probably get the best of me.
But you know what? It’s all worth it in the end.