I remember being pregnant with my first child. I found out so early on, and immediately called to get into the Dr. only to find out they didn't need to see me for 5 more weeks. I remember rounding up how many weeks I was dying to be further along than I was. Buying Maternity clothes before I needed them, and letting the belly out to make it obvious that I was indeed with child! I remember wanting my husband with me at
all my appointments. I remember being hurt when the Dr. told me that it wasn't the baby moving that I was feeling, it was only gas. I remember how long it took to get to 20 weeks, and after finding out the gender, rushing to the store to buy as much as I could. I remember eating enough for 2... (adults, I might add), and napping whenever I felt tired. I remember everyone telling me I would go early and I remember thinking every day the last 6 weeks, "It could happen today". I remember that I was ready for it to happen.
Fast forward 7 years to today, and here I sit 37 weeks pregnant with my 5th child, trying to convince myself that we are there, done, el final, crossing that finish line. It's time to get my butt in gear and get cracking on getting some baby clothes, pacifiers, sheets. Time to clean the last of girls things out of the baby room and set up shop! Yes indeed, so much changes from the first to the last. For instance, I didn't call my Dr. till I was 10 weeks along. When people ask me many weeks I am, I answer in months. I have loathed maternity clothes and this time bought a few pairs of regular jeans - just up a size or 4. When my husband asked me if I wanted him at one of my appointments, I stared at him and replied "what for?" I remembered the first time I felt the baby that it was probably just gas, and this time after finding out the sex of the baby all we rushed out to do was share the good news. I don't have the luxury at napping when I am tired, and when my Dr. suggested bed rest to me, I simply laughed and told him it wasn't going to happen. One thing that has held true for all my pregnancies though is I have eaten enough for 2...(adults). Sigh.... I sadly never learned, and my thighs are now so close I think I over heard them talking about moving in together! Oh the joys of pregnancy.
