Monday, June 22, 2020

24 Weeks

Picture from about a week ago, at 23 weeks

24 weeks along and doing pretty well!
I realize I have it pretty easy when it comes to pregnancy...I know plenty who are throwing up constantly, who are put on bedrest, who have preeclampsia or gestational diabetes, who are at risk for a very premature delivery, or even who have almost died bringing another life to the Earth.
So I recognize that I have little room to whine, and then I feel like a wimp because I find it so difficult to just keep my head up, to care for my family's many needs, and to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

It just feels like my body is working so hard just to stay alive while growing a baby and the smallest things, like walking up the stairs, leave me feeling completely winded and gasping for air. There are many days when I feel like I'm struggling for air all day, as if I've just been sprinting, but it lasts all day. I'm not sure why that is--maybe a result of my low iron levels?
My heart rhythm has normalized for the most part and I only occasionally have arrhythmia, which my doctor isn't worried about at all.
Circulation issues and resulting constant leg pain is just starting, but as long as I'm not on my feet all day it hasn't gotten too bad yet.
I'm still craving constant fruit smoothies and lots of ice.
Insomnia is still a pretty frequent companion, but there has been some improvement.
We are making progress on settling on a name...after looking through 1,000+ names we have come up with about 4 we would both consider.
I'm about to transition Benson out of his crib so I can start getting the nursery ready and add some GIRLY touches!

Maxwell is the only one of the boys who has felt the baby move so far, and he was absolutely squealing with delight. He is so intrigued and the best appreciator of all the baby clothes I bring home. "Oh, she will love this one, because it has hearts on it!" He is convinced we should name the baby "Cutie."
Benson still seems pretty clueless, but I think he will start to understand as my tummy is getting bigger.
Overall, this pregnancy has been much better than the last so far.

A month or so ago, Lincoln walked into the kitchen, where I was working, and sighed dramatically.
"I wish I was a mom," he said.
"...Why?" I asked as my mountain of responsibilities came to my mind.
"You get to have lemonade, you get a blanket, and you get to have a baby!" he said with plenty of annoyance.
(Drinking water was making me pretty nauseated at that point so I would sometimes dump a flavor packet into my water to make it easier on my stomach, and I had just gotten a new super-soft blanket for Mother's Day.)
Amused, I tried to explain to Lincoln that being a mom required a ton of work and that having a baby wasn't exactly fun...that it meant that I was sick and exhausted and in near-constant pain. But as he walked away, still annoyed that I had a special drink, I realized that, given the choice to hand off childbearing to someone else (say, husbands for example...) I wouldn't do it.
It isn't easy, but at the same time it feels like a precious gift and an unbelievable privilege to have this role in bringing forth new life.
I already feel such a deep bond and connection with this baby within me and I am incredibly grateful.

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