Baby is officially the size of a Mango (until tomorrow, when I will receive a new produce-inspired size update)... haven't written this week. Sorry! I can definitely sense that she is there - no "kicking" or anything, I guess kind of like flutters? And fewer and fewer things are fitting properly. The biggest challenge so far has been the acid reflux. I have never had stomach issues before (those are reserved for my sister and most of my best friends) so just getting used to it has been less than fun. And I have been warned that what I'm feeling now is NOTHING like what I'll feel the further along I get.
And that's another interesting side effect of pregnancy - people LOVE to tell me how terrible it's going to be. Random acquaintances offer words of warning of what's to come. Guess what? No matter how bad you tell me it's going to be, I can't change anything. I can't undo it. No actions I take at this point will affect how the rest of the pregnancy goes. So what's the point in acting like a harbinger of doom? I know I've been super fortunate that I haven't been sick and I've been able to keep up working and volunteering at the JFK Library and participating in community theatre without the pregnancy really affecting anything thus far... and I know that none of these things will be as easy in the future. And I totally respect the fact that those who have already been through pregnancy/childbirth want to offer advice... but it really seems that most people (especially those I don't know well) only have negative things to share. What's the point of that? I'm not a worrier by nature, and I can't stay up nights worrying about how I might feel come June.
I miss being able to pick out clothes knowing what size I'll be. I miss having beer with my husband and friends. I miss a glass of wine with dinner. I miss raw oysters and goat cheese. But all of this is temporary. The fact that I will probably be REALLY uncomfortable for a few months isn't something to look forward to, but it's not for the rest of my life either. And I know a lot of people who would do anything to be pregnant and have to jump through all sorts of hoops to come close to how I feel at 19 weeks and 6 days. So for now, I'm just grateful that the little Mango is doing well and that I am doing well too.
(Oh, and please feel free to cite this post in future months when I'm complaining.)
And that's another interesting side effect of pregnancy - people LOVE to tell me how terrible it's going to be. Random acquaintances offer words of warning of what's to come. Guess what? No matter how bad you tell me it's going to be, I can't change anything. I can't undo it. No actions I take at this point will affect how the rest of the pregnancy goes. So what's the point in acting like a harbinger of doom? I know I've been super fortunate that I haven't been sick and I've been able to keep up working and volunteering at the JFK Library and participating in community theatre without the pregnancy really affecting anything thus far... and I know that none of these things will be as easy in the future. And I totally respect the fact that those who have already been through pregnancy/childbirth want to offer advice... but it really seems that most people (especially those I don't know well) only have negative things to share. What's the point of that? I'm not a worrier by nature, and I can't stay up nights worrying about how I might feel come June.
I miss being able to pick out clothes knowing what size I'll be. I miss having beer with my husband and friends. I miss a glass of wine with dinner. I miss raw oysters and goat cheese. But all of this is temporary. The fact that I will probably be REALLY uncomfortable for a few months isn't something to look forward to, but it's not for the rest of my life either. And I know a lot of people who would do anything to be pregnant and have to jump through all sorts of hoops to come close to how I feel at 19 weeks and 6 days. So for now, I'm just grateful that the little Mango is doing well and that I am doing well too.
(Oh, and please feel free to cite this post in future months when I'm complaining.)
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