(Refreshing sigh....)
For anyone that is not up to speed, I am pregnant. VERY pregnant. I have survived the first two trimesters and am now at the top of my third. More importantly, I should say that my little girl has survived the first two trimesters.
For the last 28 weeks, I have been adjusting to having a constant companion that I am responsible for keeping safe and protected. In the first 14 to 15 weeks it became a question for me as to whether the changes that I knew were coming were real. Acceptance of my pregnancy was slow.
After entering my second trimester, I began to embrace "the Bump", and appreciate the body changes, especially because my breasts had grown and become very sore. Though I had had ultrasounds and heard that strong healthy heartbeat, the idea of my family growing in numbers, and adding a new person was both exciting and foreign.
Throughout my second trimester, I found that the medical professionals around me were telling me that I should be feeling movement, but I wasn't feeling movement so easily. Then over time, foreign feelings became more familiar.
Toward the end of my second trimester, I began to realize that what was growing inside of me was a real person. She had a very clear personality. There would be nights when I was trying to sleep and could feel her little feet walking around my stomach. I thought it was weird, and then it became familiar. Laying down to sleep was a struggle. It was hard to try to sleep on one side or the other, and to find a comfortable space for my bump. Kicks at first were small and little pokes, and they became consistent little jabs to my belly. Now the jabs have become morning alarms that awaken me to an excited little presence ready to seize the day.
I am now very comfortable with the movement in my belly. I have grown to feel very familiar with the little movements of an additional presence in my body. It's awesome to have this life changing companion with me everyday. I am comforted by the minor dominance of her being. How she can regulate and control, and she has not even inhaled air or spoken a word. I am grateful for this experience, and glad to be able to know it.
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