I just wanted to say… enjoy every last minute of your pregnancy! I know this makes some of you want to gouge out my eyes, especially if you are nearing the end. I know, because I was there just a few short months ago! [name_f]My[/name_f] son is now 2 1/2 months old, and not so long ago I was waiting very patiently (or rather, not so patiently) for his arrival. Nesting away, vacuuming the porch, vacuuming the fireplace, vacuuming the bathtub (ok maybe not the bathtub). Washing clothes and organizing his drawers about 50 million times. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to meet him, hold him, love him, kiss him, snuggle him, and get to know him! If pregnancy could be wished away, I would have done it in a heart beat!
Now… I sigh longingly when I see pregnant women! For many reasons. Part of it is more of a snickering laugh, as I think ‘hehe… they don’t know what is about to hit them!’ I mean honestly… if it wasn’t the biggest oversight in the universe! Pregnant women, especially first timers, get waited on hand and foot! After I stopped working, when I wasn’t nesting and cooking as many freezer meals as possible, I was sitting on my couch in my pjs and fuzzy socks watching TLC and drinking hot cocoa! Complaining that I had to get up 7 times to pee last night and that I felt like I got hit by a [name_m]MAC[/name_m] truck. And then, BAM! Well maybe it is a softer ‘bam’. The first few days after giving birth, you are still waited on by nurses and well-meaning family members and friends. You have this sweet, angelic, closest-thing-to-perfection-you-can-get baby that sleeps 99% of the day and you think ‘wow I am so lucky!’ Then you get home, and so begins the sleepless nights, continuous crying, thoughts racing through your mind like ‘what on earth am I doing wrong?!’ and ‘there MUST be something wrong with him!’ (Which, by the way, there usually isn’t. Babies just cry.) So, when I see a pregnant woman now, part of me selfishly and cynically laughs a bit.
However, the other part of me longs for pregnancy again. Again, please don’t wish death upon me when you read this! I remember all the negatives. The first trimester was horribly scary, the second seemed to take forever, and the third was a waiting game. All the morning sickness, emotions, false alarms. I remember it well. But I immensely miss those kicks you feel from the inside out. Yes, you know, those ones you feel that you keep all to yourself, that give you that special warm fuzzy feeling all over. I miss the wonder and excitement of guessing if it was going to be a boy or girl, discussing names, daydreaming about what he would look like.
[name_m]Don[/name_m]'t get me wrong. I love being a mom. I love my little boy more than anything in the world. The point is, every step along the way, from the minute you find out you are pregnant, through out you child’s entire life, is special in it’s own way. [name_m]Just[/name_m] as I wished away my pregnancy, I am wishing away the sleepless nights and the (what seems to be) 24/7 crying for no apparent reason. I can’t wait for the next milestone he reaches. Sleeping more, crawling, talking, walking. I forget that with those things, away will go the sleepy newborn yawns and stretches, and the way he melts into my chest when he falls asleep in my arms.
So, this is just a little note to remind you to enjoy every step of the way. [name_f]Every[/name_f] stage has its challenges, it’s difficulties, those things you want so badly to wish away. But sometimes we forget that every moment is a moment we will never experience again. [name_f]Cherish[/name_f] every single one, the good with the bad, for soon they will be just memories!