Really early in this pregnancy, I was struggling with letting myself be excited. We were excited last time, only to see flat lines where a heartbeat should be. This go-around, I found myself giving timelines- like, at 12 weeks, then I can finally be excited. Less risk, and all. But one night, early on, I was lying in bed unable to sleep. And kind of praying/wrestling with God about the whole thing. And I heard a really soft whisper telling me to Stop. Being. Afraid. And even more, telling me that every single life deserves to be celebrated. No matter how long or short it may be. From that moment, I've been letting myself celebrate. Still leery of the risk of miscarriage, but knowing that even if that was the case, this little life was worth celebrating.
In that same vein, I'm embracing the cheesy cliche of blogging this pregnancy. Its just another way I'm letting myself celebrate!
I think that with feeling sick and being down a few lbs in the first trimester, there really is no bump to speak of. If you think you see one, its probably just remnants of an untoned tummy! All of my clothes still fit, most are actually a bit looser than usual from losing those few lbs. Eventually it will come! I'm actually 14 weeks today and so excited to finally be out of the first trimester and hopefully feeling it soon! Maybe I'll get around to posting that bumpdate this weekend...
Who cares if it's cheesy?! You deserve this, and these posts are so can remember and celebrate your baby years from now. So, PLEASE KEEP POSTING BABY BUMPDATES. I want to remember and celebrate with you too.
Post the bump away. I think its exciting to see.
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