The last few months have been a bit of a whirlwind. What am I saying? The past few years have been a whirlwind. Ha! Seriously, the speed at which time flies astounds me. N and I are a few short months from having been married for 7 years. Holy schmoly, where has the time gone? It’s overwhelming when I realize that I initially met my husband in my mid-twenties and now I’m on the downhill slope towards my 40’s.
I’m wanting to crinkle my nose at that thought, but realized it’s just adding to my crow’s feet and wrinkled brow. If you can look at the mirror and not see either, just nod and pretend you understand what you’re reading. Because there is a point in almost every woman’s life that seriously wonders, “Is Botox really that bad?” If you haven’t thought that, your crow’s feet and wrinkled brow haven’t had enough development. Give yourself some time…the thought is coming.
As we near the end of this pregnancy, I have a condition that’s akin to “senioritis”. If you’re a teacher to high school seniors, you know what I mean. Or if you’ve ever BEEN a high school senior, you should know what I mean. That last year of school gives you an antsy-ness like nothing before in your life. You know that it’s your last year and you’ve worked hard for the perks that come with being the elite of your high school campus. You class schedule is light, you get a longer lunch period, you get the best parking spaces and unlike the underclassmen, YOU’RE ALMOST DONE!!! While the level of excitement amongst seniors is palpable, there is an undercurrent of melancholy because you also realize that your life is about to change in dramatic ways. These kids that you’ve spent much of your life growing up around are about to all go their separate ways. Sure, some of you are going to the same college or a few might even be roomies once you get to college, but you know you’re on the precipice of adulthood. You’re not a kid anymore and those last few months, days, weeks before graduation really need to be savored. While the opportunities you see in your future are exciting, you also know that once you cross that stage for that diploma, nothing will ever be the same.
You can never go back.
Both of my pregnancies have been difficult. I can’t say that I’ve enjoyed myself either time. Incredibly ironic after our infertility journey. And yet, it is with a bittersweet heart that I realize THIS IS IT. I’m almost done. While I’m so excited to meet this little boy, there is an element of sadness that this is the last time I’ll experience being pregnant.
If you don’t know, it is. We’re done. I’m really getting too old for this. If I have any eggs left, they’re like the wrinkled old maids at the bottom of the popcorn bowl.
So I let my heart marinate in the melancholy for a moment. This is the last time that I’ll feel those little jabs and rolls in my womb and rub cocoa butter on my over-stretched skin. This is the last time people will help carry things unasked or stand aside for me simply because of my fragile physical condition.
This is the last time that I’ll have a role in creating and nurturing a miracle hand-in-hand with my Heavenly Father.
Have you momma’s ever looked at it that way? What other chance do you get to do that? Strange, isn’t it?
Wow.
And then...
And then, I realize – this is also an end to the heartburn! No more morning sickness! No more constipation! No more hourly trips to the potty! No more awkward pregnancy sex! No more gestational diabetes! Oh, the silver lining is bright and shining my friends! I don't even have to search for it. Suddenly the melancholy marinade has all but dried up and my mind reels from the excitement of what’s to come…
A Little Monkey, all wrinkled and pink, with a button nose, peapod toes and a fuzzy head. Tiny newborn clothes and midnight feedings and teaching Big Monkey terms like “gentle” and “nice”. Belly button stumps and tiny socks that never stay on. I get the pleasure and privilege of doing all of that all over again and honestly, I cannot wait! I’m not naïve. I understand that sleep deprivation, constant worry, and endless diapers come with that cute package. In the meantime, I’ll attempt to savor the last five weeks of this experience and not rush through it. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not looking forward to what change is on the horizon.
Monkey at 36 weeks gestation...
M2 at 34 weeks gestation...
I think I see a little resemblance, no? :-)
Unless M2 decides to join us earlier, July 13th is our scheduled date for a C-section. I’m really ready to toss this cap and meet this kiddo!
And no, Dad and Gramma, names have not been picked out. Well, they have, I just can't get N to commit to it.
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AND, you'll be able to sleep on your stomach again, if that happens to be your preference. That is what I long for the very most during my pregnancies! :)
From one AMA mom to another, I totally get it! My 'little one' is 3 now, but I do remember those feelings. Even though I never loved being pregnant, I wasn't in any hurry to rush any of it, knowing it wouldn't come again.
The hardest part for me was looking at my #1 son knowing it would never be just he an I ever again. He was napping when I left for the hospital to deliver his baby brother and I cried saying good-bye to him knowing he had no idea what I was about to inflict upon him! (It has turned out fine, btw.)
But do enjoy these last uncomfortable, anticipation filled days. Each of them is holy and precious and appreciating that makes the transition that much more remarkable and special.
Blessings,
Mary
To everything there is a season...
I think it's good to focus on the positive and enjoy as much as you can in these last few weeks of pregnancy. Just like every season of life, there are pros and cons. Enjoy every stage to it's fullest and you won't regret it when the stage passes. :) No looking forward, no looking back. :)
That's how I know I'm not ready for another baby - I'm enjoying RIGHT NOW too much. :)
FROM HUBBY...
This is a wonderful post sweetheart. There is a small part of me that will miss seeing you pregnant...miss seeing and feeling that little monkey fetus toss, turn and kick. But pretty soon, this present will be unwrapped and we'll have no time to look back! And just to note...as uncomfortable as you are, you wear the pregnancy well. If there were a swimsuit edition of Pregnancy magazine, you'd be on the cover!
I don't follow any blogs because I can't find the time with my 21 month old twins, but I stumbled upon yours this morning while looking up the gluten free pizzas at Fireside Pies that my husband just heard about yesterday. We have SO much in common that I immediately feel like we would be dear friends. I've been through the infertility struggle, have had amazing support through our small groups, and found out I was GFDF in the process 3 years ago. My hubby found out he has celiac about 9 months ago, which was a huge shocker. So now we are a GF family, and my girls can't have dairy either. It's been a huge transition, but now 3 years in (for me), it is definitely normal to us and makes an ENORMOUS difference in our daily quality of life to eat this way. Anyway, I am way out of my comfort zone in giving this response, but I couldn't resist. I hope to cross paths with you at Fireside Pies one of these days! Looks like we'll be heading there for date night tonight!!
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