There are a lot of things about pregnancy that I have not enjoyed. I'd say about 98% of it. I didn't enjoy my first trimester, at all. I haven't enjoyed the nausea, the acid reflux, the tummy aches, the breakouts, the mood swings, the crying, how quickly I get offended, or upset, or angry. I'm starting to get a little preggo pouch, I don't so much enjoy that. I look fat, not pregnant. Please let me hurry through this stage. I haven't enjoyed my pants getting tighter, the thought of buying expensive maternity clothes, watching our bank account slowly deplete with doctors visits, blood tests, and sonograms. The list could honestly go on an on.
The last 18 weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions. I've been elated, jumping up and down looking at the pregnancy test. I've been nervous, scared about how my life will change, my marriage will change, and my body will change. I've been terrified. I know that people say that pregnancy is the most natural thing you can do, but looking at the size of a week and a half old baby's head in Relief Society yesterday and knowing that has to come out of me, doesn't seem natural. Seems quite unnatural actually. It terrifies me.
But on September 10th I felt our little baby move for the first time. That is the single most amazing and weird feeling I have ever felt. It is the only part of pregnancy I have loved, and I
love it. It's gotten so much more regular these last few weeks, I feel the baby moving every day. And each time I feel this baby move, I'm reminded that I will never be closer to heaven than when I'm carrying a piece of it inside me. What an amazing privilege it is to hold a piece of heaven. I feel so close to Heavenly Father as I feel our little baby move. I swear last night I felt it on the outside with my hand. I excitedly woke Miles up (he wasn't so excited about the being woken up part) and of course, just as I put his hand on my tummy the baby stops moving. I'm so excited for Miles to be able to feel the baby move for the first time. He loves this baby so much. He kisses my tummy every time he comes home, he talks to the baby even though it won't be able to start hearing noises for another 2 weeks, he doesn't care. He wants our baby to know he loves it. He rubs my tummy every night while we say prayers. He told me the other night how jealous he is that I get to experience our baby right now and he wishes he could be a part of it. He is going to be an amazing dad. What a lucky momma I'm going to be to have a husband that will love our baby and support me.