Pregnancy is a journey that stretches across days, weeks, and months—and yes, pounds too! It’s a winding path where every time I clear one obstacle, another one pops up.
Thank goodness I’ve escaped the dreaded months of relentless headaches that escalated into migraines, making it tough to even keep my head up. I should count my blessings that I’m not constantly on the lookout for a trash can or bathroom just to survive the day.
But now, my little one is nestled right on my sciatic nerve, creating pain that can leave me feeling immobilized. My breathing feels heavier, thanks to the weight I’ve gained and the baby pressing against my lungs. Some days, I feel like I’ve aged a decade!
Looking in the mirror, I sometimes see a body that feels out of sorts, as if every inch is trying to keep pace with this ongoing transformation. The well-meaning comments from others don’t help much—like, “Oh, you poor thing! You look exhausted. How are you feeling?” Or my favorite, “Wow, you must be due any day now, right?”—only to see their jaws drop when I reveal I still have months to go.
I can’t help but miss my once toned and fit physique, which has morphed into a soft, exhausted version of itself. I find myself laughing and then, oops, I pee! Sneeze? Pee! Cough? Yep, you guessed it—pee! You can imagine how thrilled I am to be delivering at the end of summer.
As I navigate this rollercoaster of emotions, I can only hope time speeds up to reach a safe and healthy conclusion. Some days, my feet drag as if I’m in a marathon, while other days I stomp around like a toddler having a meltdown. Getting through the evenings feels like the final stretch of a long race.
And sleep—oh, sweet sleep! It’s a luxury I can no longer afford. After my first pregnancy, I learned that sleep is a distant memory. Between the kids and frequent bathroom trips, I feel like I’m playing a game of “how many times can I visit the loo today?”
Yet, through all the challenges—day by day, hour by hour—what keeps me going? Those delightful kicks and spins from my little one remind me that there’s a life growing inside me. Even after three pregnancies, the wonder never fades. Watching my older kids gently place their hands on my belly, talking and kissing their soon-to-arrive sibling, warms my heart. Their love for her is one of the most beautiful parts of this entire experience.
I can’t help but imagine the moment when she will be placed on my chest, breathing life into the incredible journey of motherhood once again. The joy of nursing her, feeling her tiny gulps as she finds comfort in my arms, will be an indescribable connection.
I picture our eyes locking for the first time, and the moment she reaches out her delicate hand to grasp my finger. Even as I feel utterly drained—both physically and mentally—my instinct will be to rush to her when she cries.
Despite the wrinkles, gray hairs, and bags under my eyes, the love I feel for this perfect little being will outshine it all. I remind myself that these struggles are temporary, a mere blip in the grand scheme of the many years I hope to watch her grow.
No matter how tough this pregnancy has been, I know that just days after giving birth, my heart will already be yearning for this experience again. Each day brings a blend of humility and exhilaration. How is it possible to feel both overwhelmed and grateful at the same time? It’s simple: I am blessed to be part of one of life’s greatest miracles. I was chosen to be this little girl’s mother, and I am in love with a tiny piece of Heaven that I have yet to meet.
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In the end, it’s all about embracing the wild ride of motherhood, the joys and challenges it brings, and the miraculous life growing inside.