Whew! The weeks can sure fly by…
Having had 9 babies, it’s all too easy for me to just let a pregnancy roll along, not really thinking about it day by day.
But I am getting older, and this will probably be my last pregnancy, so I want to savor the moments. I want to stop and think about each step of the way.
I want to remember it all.
And so, I’m keeping a log.
Last Friday, I felt the first definite tiny little flutter kick. It’s an old familiar feeling, and yet, still so exciting in the newness. I always enjoy this part of pregnancy, when you don’t just feel pregnant, you really feel the baby! Everything seems to become much more real in a new and very tangible way. Sure, nausea was/is real, but I get nauseated any time I spin in a circle or ride in a back seat. 1st trimester fatigue was very real, but I have a sleep disorder, oh, and 9 children, so fatigue is a constant companion. But finally feeling a new baby moving around inside of your body? Nothing, but a moving baby causes that!
Feeling movement is so reassuring, you can feel the life living! I’m sure it’s reassuring to every pregnant woman, but as woman who has experienced multiple miscarriages, I look forward to those movements from a place of knowing what it’s like to get close to that far along, but not quite…
And, so, I’ve spent many moments this past week, laying down with my hands on my lower abdomen, waiting, expectantly waiting for another little thump, praying for this baby and his or her future. I’ve been savoring these moments, time stolen away from a busy day, determined to be present throughout this entire pregnancy, determined to #cherishthemoments.