The last few weeks in Bible class we’ve been talking about complaining and what it means to be content. We were even challenged to count how many times a day we complain about something. Talk about a wake up call!
As I have reached the last 2-3 weeks of pregnancy, I realize there’s a few things I’m going to miss, but mostly a bunch of stuff I won’t. Being pregnant has been great, it really has. I’ve had very few complaints and its been really fun to see the changes my body has gone through. Since I first felt the baby move the weekend of July 4th, it has been the most amazing feeling. Because baby M is so much bigger now, sometimes those sweet little kicks, turns, and punches are more painful than anything, but I wouldn’t change a thing. It gives me great reassurance to know that he or she is still ok in there!
There are however a few things that I won’t miss.
- I can’t wait to be able to sleep without my hands going numb all throughout the night.
- I can’t wait to be able to turn over in bed without feeling like a beached whale.
- I can’t wait to be able to get up and down off of the floor without having to have help.
- I’m ready for my back to not hurt.
- I’m VERY ready to have more clothes to wear than just yoga pants & like 4 shirts.
- I’m also beyond ready to go out in public without having people stare at me like I’m some kind of freak show.
People amaze me sometimes with what they’re willing to say to others, especially to a pregnant woman.
- “Oh wow, you’re huge!” Why does anyone think its a good idea to tell a pregnant woman how big she looks? Seriously? I know that I’m big – there’s a BABY inside of me. What do you expect me to look like?
- “3 more weeks? Are you going to make it?” Thanks alot…I thought I looked pretty ok for being 9 months pregnant, but apparently not.
- “How are you feeling?” I feel fine. I guess people don’t seem to understand that it is actually possible to be pregnant and feel very normal. It’s not as easy to move anymore, but isn’t that to be expected?
- And even though this isn’t verbal…why do others feel like its ok to touch me? I can touch my stomach and Matt can touch my stomach, but anyone else, please keep your hands to yourself. Just because there is a baby inside of me doesn’t mean that that gives you a green light to touch my stomach. I just can’t take it. I don’t touch your stomach…please don’t touch mine.