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.
Praying you will fully enjoy this pregnancy and all the wonderful things that go with it.
I love reading about what you are feeling as it brings back many precious moments of my pregnancies.
Blessings.
I hesitate reading your blog. Reading about your stages of pregnancy just might make me want a #11. With our last baby (who is 14 months old right now) I savored every single second of his pregnancy, too, because I knew he was going to be our last. I took so many “selfless” of my growing baby on my iPhone. And I would lie on my bed or the couch holding my belly, waiting for a kick. My little guy was a very, very mellow baby and hardly kicked at all. I remember I was bummed about that, because I love feeling the kicks. (he’s making up for it now, by the way — he’s everywhere and climbing up on everything – definitely not mellow anymore!)
First kicks are one of the best feelings ever. I know what you mean about savoring the feeling. I felt like that with Ellie. I just wanted to hold onto the moments. I was horribly sick and in tons of pain, but I didn’t want that to stop me from cherishing the gift I was given. I can’t wait to “meet” this new one.