In talking to some other moms early on in my pregnancy, I learned that some women either dislike being pregnant or they absolutely love it. There didn’t seem to be much of an in-between. Luckily for me, it was the latter. I absolutely loved almost every second of it until the end.
Reflecting back on my pregnancy journey, it seemed like every day brought something new and exciting, whether it was finding out the gender at 18 weeks or feeling the first kick (or more like a flutter) at week 20. Once I started showing, then it was the kind comments from strangers on the street, at Starbucks or even people shouting congratulations from their cars as we went about our daily stroll. Then there were the bad jokes from bus drivers telling me not to go into labor on their bus. Admittedly, I kind of loved it. And sometimes there were also the awkward comments or moments. In week 20-something, when I was showing but not at my biggest yet, a man asked me if I was carrying twins at a work event. Once I asked him why he would ask that, he slowly walked away ha!
There are times when I still miss being pregnant, being able to feel my belly, feel her and know that she is in there, safe and sound. It’s hard not to when at times it felt like I was pregnant for more than 9 months and over four seasons. Knowing that there is another heartbeat inside me was pretty surreal.
Time moved so slowly in the beginning and then it just slipped away in the last trimester as I tried to hang on to every moment knowing that the first child and first pregnancy is something you only get to experience once. I remember thinking the first 8 weeks dragged on for what felt like an eternity as we waited for our initial prenatal visit and to announce to family and friends.
Along the way, I decided to snap photos to mark the progression of my belly and to also keep a journal of major appointments and highlights of pregnancy.
Week 40 is by far my favorite!