As of today, I’m 20 weeks pregnant.
I’m starting to feel uncomfortable, my skin in terrible, I’m nauseous all the time, and I’m moody. Worst of all, I usually can’t sleep unless I’m on my stomach, and I can no longer lie on my stomach. I’ve been complaining a lot lately and feeling really tired. I must be annoying.
Although pregnancy hasn’t been enjoyable for me either time, I feel like this time around there’s a little voice in the back of my head telling me to shake it off and enjoy this time because it’s the last time. I’m 100% positive (and so is Chris) that this will be our last child. Three is a good number for us. We’ll each have two biological children and one step child. I’m extremely happy with three.
Because I know this is the last time I’ll ever do this, I feel like I should try to enjoy it a little more than I do. I should be deep into having a happy and healthy pregnancy and super excited for the baby, but the truth is that it doesn’t even feel real to me yet. We’re in the process of buying our first home (which is extremely stressful) and we don’t know the gender of this baby yet. I haven’t purchased a thing for this baby yet- not one single thing. I see other girls who aren’t as far along as me with completed nurseries and I start to panic. I feel like I'm not taking in everything I could be.
We find out the sex of the baby tomorrow and I'm hoping this will bring the excitement, and therefor bring the ability to let myself enjoy this temporary time in my life.
"Enjoy it. Because it's happening."- it really is, and I'm trying to learn to suck up the bad and embrace the good.
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