So I am a couple days short of being 24 weeks pregnant. It has been such a interesting ride this far. I really believe God gives women nine months of pregnancy for a very good reason. Think about it...if you found out you were pregnant one day and a short time later ( 3 months..12 short weeks) you have a baby...how would you handle it? These last few months have been full of every kind of emotion known to man as I adjust to the idea that in nine short but long months my life will change drastically. Suddenly my very self centered and me focused existence with come to a screeching halt. I have gone from being ecstatic to sad, from sad to happy...from happy to distraught...and so on and so on.
SO how do i feel now, at practially 24 weeks? Well...I have to say I'm having more good days than bad. I have been able to really enjoy the last few weeks of hanging out with friends and having fun, instead of being stuck in the house and that has helped alot. But here's the thing about pregnancy...getting bigger sort of creeps up on you. One day you are still wearing your old clothes and looking at your toes...and then the next day..your clothes are waaay to tight...and you can't even touch your toes much less see them. So tonight as I lay on the couch and ponder why in the world would I be so tired...I have come to the relization that there's a actually human inside of me, and she's not the size of a lima bean anymore, her legs are quite long as well has her arms, and her head and torso take up a lot of space. It's been such a gradual process, and I have been spoiled with not feeling or looking pregnant for so long, that it's a total shock to my brain sometimes when I think about what's really going on inside my belly. My days of carrying a half a gram of baby are over...and that's why i'm tired and out of breath constantly. It makes since now that I think about it. I am grateful for the nine months of prep time. I do love my baby girl. I'll be so glad when I can hold her in my arms :)
