6 months ago I would have gladly proclaimed that I was one of those women, you know…the kind that actually love pregnancy!
Because I did. I absolutely adored being pregnant with Honeybun and Sugarplum. And even with all the issues I had with Doodle (placenta previa and Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction), I still actually enjoyed my pregnancy overall.
I never really understood when women would complain about it. Sure, I don’t suffer from traditional morning sickness and I can’t imagine that is much fun (but what I do experience is pretty bad, too!) But we are creating life! We are building tiny little people cell by cell and that is pretty darn awesome! Almost every flutter and hiccup I felt was magical. I was constantly in awe of what my body was doing and soooo excited to welcome my sweet babies.
And I still totally feel all those feelings. But I get it now. Being pregnant at 31 is certainly not the same as doing it at 24. I feel the difference in my body. I’m sure having three other kids doesn’t help things, either, but I definitely feel more tired, heavier, less in shape and am overall enjoying it less (which isn’t helping the fact that it seems like this baby is taking FOREVER to get here!)
I’m just at 24 weeks, only 16ish more to go. And while that is encouraging, I also know it’s the hardest and most exhausting part yet to come! My hips and pubic bone have already started popping (a few weeks ahead of when it first occurred with Doodle) and while I am trying to be proactive about keeping the popping, pain and immobility to a minimum, I’m still moderately terrified it’s going to come back raging mad this time.
I also feel like with this pregnancy I’m putting on weight a lot quicker than previously and while I’ve always carried my babies small and people are saying the same this time, I feel like my belly is HUGE for 24 weeks. It’s already impeding my motion and ability to do normal tasks like bending over and carrying heavier or large items.
But then I look back at my last two pregnancies at about the same time and maybe I’m not so huge after all, it just feels that way.
Pregnancy is certainly an ever evolving phenomenon, no two pregnancies are the same and how you feel within one pregnancy can change from day to day. But what has always been constant for me is the excitement of feeling my little baby sloshing inside and anxiously awaiting his/her arrival. Only 4 more months (and a lot to do in life in the meantime!)
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I can definatly say there is a huge difference from last time than this one. Thats why I suspected a girl, and I was right! Last time I was so misrible. So far it hasn’t been so bad. The only complaint I have is that I give myself excuses for eating things unneccsary. Been doing better the last few days with this reality. The other is how out of breath I get doing anything. I find myself trying to hide my vicious huffing, but I don’t think I’m that good at it.
Congratulations on another little one! All four of my pregnancies have been vastly different, you really can’t go into it expecting anything!
I loved being pregnant with my first so I thought I would feel the same with my second. I was so wrong. I had so much morning sickness with the second and was gaining so much weight. I knew she was going to be heavy. My first only came out at 5 lbs and my second was 7 lbs. It may not seem like a lot but I felt a huge difference. Thanks for sharing. #ConfessionsLinkUp
That two pounds certainly makes a difference! My son was over a pound bigger than my bigger daughter (8.14 vs 7.12) and I was MISERABLE, his birth was no picnic compared to hers either…