Life Lessons

While I'm growing this human, I'm learning things about life.
Mainly, that life is a miracle.
How cool is it that God created this tiny tiny little poppy seed sized human in my stomach that will grow into a baby?
It baffles my mind everytime that I think about it.

Another life lesson that I've learned?
We should never compare ourselves to others.
Pregnant or not, this should be the case.
But I've had to remind myself of this over the last couple of months.

You see, I'll never be that tiny pregnant girl who barely shows.
I'll always be the one that hears "Are you sure it's not twins?!"
And I'm okay with that. Or at least I'm trying to be.

This big ole belly of mine might not be pretty.
Cankles are not exaclty attractive. {Understatement of the year.}
Sausage fingers bursting out of a wedding ring are not desirable.
Maternity clothes are only cute if you aren't limited to them.
Or if you don't think about the fact that you are spending $20 on a shirt that won't fit you long.
4,876,952 trips to the bathroom in a one hour span is not something to be jealous of.

But that tiny girl, the one who is pregnant and still looks absolutely amazing?
She probably has a back that aches too.
She might cry in the dressing room when trying on a pair of maternity jeans.
Even if she is just upset about moving from an x-small to a small.
Being pregnant is hard.

But it's a beautiful thing.

It's not always easy to get a bun in your oven.
Please don't tell my daughters this. I would like them to realize that it could easily happen at any time at least until they reach the age of 30.
And of course, it can happen at any time....just ask the younger version of myself.
But it doesn't happen easily for everyone.

Millions of women would sacrifice all that they have just to have these cankles I am sportin'.
Not exaclty the cankles, but the oven cooking a bun anyways.
Many women try for years without success.

Women like that remind me how blessed I am.
So no, I can't move quickly anymore.
I don't enjoy getting dressed up and I sure as heck would cut off my left leg before I stepped on a scale in front of my husband.
But I will appreciate every single moment of this journey.
It's a privilege to have an expanding belly.
Stretch marks are something to be proud of.
Not necessarily something that everyone needs to see though. Don't be fooled.

I will ignore the comments on how big I am already.
I'm very aware that I am super-sized.
But I'm just giving my little half pound baby tons of room to grow.
That makes me a good mom, right?
I will enjoy having an excuse to be lazy right now. Not often can I avoid dirty dishes just
because standing on my feet a long time hurts.
I will try to refrain from crying every other day. I think it makes my poor husband nervous.

And most of all, I will look back on this time and realize that it was all worth it.
Every lb gained. Every tear shed. Every stupid outfit that I'm busting out of.
Every night I avoided sleeping on my back. Every single second that I felt miserable.

It will be worth it.



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