A funny thing happens at some point in a woman’s pregnancy.
She realizes that she’s having a baby.
Do you know what I mean?
It’s so easy to forget.
It’s easy to forget what you’re actually doing.
Yesterday, Sadie (6) asked me: “Mom, I don’t remember what you looked like when you weren’t pregnant. Do you have any pictures of you?”
Weird, because I had been thinking the same thing. I couldn’t remember what my body looked and felt like not pregnant. I remember liking the way I felt and looked. I was pretty cute, even. I miss that. I miss how easily my body moved around. How it did what I wanted. I was in control.
Pregnancy is so long when it’s happening to you.
It’s a bit like labor. Just before or around transition, you need the people around you to remind you that… Lady, you’re having a baby. The baby will be here soon. You’ll get to meet your baby. Just a few more pushes.
This realization has been coming to me recently.
This morning after breakfast while I cleaned the kitchen and scrubbed the stove clean, I realized that in a few weeks, I’ll have a baby. And I probably would have been interrupted in this task by now. The baby would need to nurse, or a change of diaper or outfit, or just cuddles to be happy.
I’m having a baby.