I’m definitely starting to feel the effects of this pregnancy on my body. Perhaps you can see the circles under my eyes indicating the need for sleep and also the fact that sleep has never come easily for me. Add to that the need to come to full consciousness whenever I want to switch positions during the night and you have one tired woman. There have been days when I’ve gotten home from work at 4:30 and promptly laid down to take an hour and a half nap–just so I could function. Other pregnancy symptoms: anemia (a whole barrage of vitamin supplements to the rescue), very sore hip joints (an appointment with a chiropractor coming up soon), and breathlessness whenever I exert myself physically.
All of these things are tolerable and the Sprout appears to be growing rapidly. She continues to move a lot, sometimes kicking me so strongly in the middle of a meeting that I’m afraid I’ll break out giggling.
Several women have come up to me and said things like, “Don’t you just love being pregnant! It’s so magical!” Ummm. Magical is not really the word I would use to describe it. Uncomfortable. Fascinating. Natural. Those words would be closer to my experience. It feels organic and raw and real. Although the Sprout doesn’t really have a name or a face in my imagination yet, she is no longer an alien or a stranger but a familiar spirit, a companion.
I’m glad there’s only a little over two more months to go until we get to meet her in person.