Because I have to tell you: right here, right now…it’s not somewhere I’m in a rush to leave." - Jordan Reid of Ramshackle Glam
By far, the most difficult time of my pregnancy was the 1st trimester and the hiding-complications-woes-worries-nausea that plagued me. Your little one is the size of the appleseed, noone knows about said sprout, and the constant fear of miscarriage weighed heavily on my heart daily. And then we emerged with this joyous announcement to friends and family, a glorious 2nd trimester of travel and a new home and then finally the bump emerges. I looked pregnant by week 25-ish (enough to warrent an extra long smile from a passerby on the street, a seat offered on the subway with every tranfer)...and feeling this baby girl move with me all day long was something I longed for. With just 7 weeks to go, I now find myself in this space of wanting to meet her so badly and wanting to forever go to sleep cradling my tummy wishing her sweet dreams and knowing that right here with me she is safe. It's a delicate balance of moment savoring and wallowing in the anticipation. I'll never get to be pregnant with my first baby ever again and so in reminding myself of that, I choose to be present as much as possible, thanking my lucky stars for her daily growth, my growing belly, and my increasing emotions.
The park stroll to and from my doctor's appointments, the sound of the door swinging open when Lee arrives home from work, the smell of Fall in the city...
Mindful living. Savor the moment!