So I am just about 30 weeks pregnant.
I am at that final stretch.
To be 100% honest, it sucks.
My back hurts
My hips hurts
My ribs hurt.
Yes.
My ribs.
My darling daughter has lodged her feet into my ribs.
It is SO hard to look in a mirror.
I am told for a 7 month prego lady I look GREAT.
And I acknowledge I am smaller than most 7 month prego ladies
But when I look in the mirror...
I just feel like I look like Jabba the Hut.
Except cuter and better hair.
I am told my face isn't chubby.
But for me... it is.
My husband calls it normal.
I am emotional.
I can't work under pressure.
And that's hard because that was a star point on my resume
"Works well under pressure"
Now I just stand there and cry because I CANNOT FUNCTION
Being pregnant is humbling.
Knowing I weigh more than I have EVER weighed in my life
Yet my husband looking at me with this incomprehensible depth of love... and telling me
"Oh my goodness. You are SO sexy."
"Wow. You are just.... beautiful."
"I married a GORGEOUS person!"
And it's just.
It's nice to hear.
Sometimes hard to accept.
But it is nice to hear.
He has put up with my tears.
My irrational anger towards situations.
My annoyance and lack of humor
Like a champ.
I know it is hard on him.
It's hard not having a full time job
My husband is providign for us and he blows me away with his determination and ease.
I am glad I have him by my side during this pregnancy.
I couldn't do it without him
(Couldn't have had a kid without him either if you know what I mean!!!)
Pregnancy is hard.
Feeling my child is amazing.
Knowing I am going to hold her in a month and a half is astounding (And terrifying.)
That part is AMAZING
The other stuff is so hard.
So humbling.
So much bigger than I thought it would be.
I cannot wait to meet my sweet girl.