For so long, reaching 20 weeks seemed like a dream ... I was certain that at that milestone, the stress and fear of pregnancy would start to melt away. In large part, I am finding that dream to be coming true. I feel more comfortable each day with my ability to see this through and less scared that something beyond my control will compromise the health of my little one.
For me, the reduction in stress has meant I feel more energized and less fragile. As a result, I have less trepidation about exercise. This week, I have been running, swimming and even doing a little cycling. On top of keeping my heart and muscles strong, I hope the exercise will help combat some of the negative body image that (against logic) seems inescapable as the weight piles on.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
December 1, 2010
Blogging about my pregnancy seems awfully narcissistic. That is probably because pregnancy tends to make me a smidge self-obsessed. Sure, being pregnant is about the baby. The baby is a Real Live Person, undoubtedly, but only known to me through some grainy ultrasound images, unrelenting exhaustion and rampant nausea. So, at this stage, the pregnancy is mostly about little ol' me - whining about the physical symptoms, fretting about the tough parts of parenthood, debating the relative merits of a thousand varieties of baby paraphernalia.
But this journey (which actually started some time ago) feels magical, exciting and worthy of documenting.
Let's fast forward to the Big Day: On December 1, 2010, unable to sleep (and after 5 negative tests over the prior 36 hours) I got up at 11 p.m. and took yet another pregnancy test. And what to my wondering eyes did appear? Ever So Faint second line. I crawled into bed and nudged J awake. I told him, "I took another one and this time I swear there is a line." "Good, baby" he mumbled. The next morning, he told me that he thought it had been a dream.
Some really big events came before that 1st day of December and some really big events will follow, but that date marks the beginning and that is a very good place to start.
But this journey (which actually started some time ago) feels magical, exciting and worthy of documenting.
Let's fast forward to the Big Day: On December 1, 2010, unable to sleep (and after 5 negative tests over the prior 36 hours) I got up at 11 p.m. and took yet another pregnancy test. And what to my wondering eyes did appear? Ever So Faint second line. I crawled into bed and nudged J awake. I told him, "I took another one and this time I swear there is a line." "Good, baby" he mumbled. The next morning, he told me that he thought it had been a dream.
Some really big events came before that 1st day of December and some really big events will follow, but that date marks the beginning and that is a very good place to start.
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