So far in my pregnancy I've been prone to complaining - complaining about my back and hip pain, my weight, my lack of sleep and loss of my Me-Time. I've tried to keep it minimal (except for on this blog which, sorry, is mine and I'll complain if I want to!) but growing a person is hard work, even when you don't see it from the outside.
Let's go back: when I started this blog I was 15 weeks pregnant. At 15 weeks, baby was the size of a naval orange, 4 inches long and about 1 3/4 ounces. Now, at 23 weeks and a few days, she's as big as a grapefruit, 11 inches long and one pound! Not to mention all the stuff that's happening that has nothing to do with her size. So yes, it's hard work. With all the stuff that's going on in there, it's amazing that the only change in my outward appearance is my size. It's kind of like when you see an apartment building being built, but it's concealed by a very large tarp. You know things are happening, but you have know idea how much is happening until you peek under the tarp and exclaim "whoa, they've already put doors and windows up!"
I use that as my visual because I really do feel like an apartment building. Or a barge, but I've never seen a barge being built.
That's why I think it's so great that I can finally feel little kicks from my baby. Those little nudges are a sweet reminder of why I've allowed myself to resemble a barge. She feels like an old soul because she seems to give me a little boot right when I'm having a negative thought or feeling - like she knows, somehow. With each movement I get more excited to meet her and show her the world. I'm scared of course - labour will be hard, and taking care of a newborn is difficult too - but I know with every kick from her that it's going to be so worth it.
I keep getting told that I will soon get irritated with kicks, but for now, I'm very much in love with them.
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