I’ve been overweight for as long as I can remember. In the last ten years, very much so.
This has brought an unexpected benefit to my pregnancy… I am not struggling at all with my body and the changes it’s undergoing – quite the opposite actually, I think it’s great! Now admittedly, in the last 23 weeks I’ve lost 9 kg, and only recovered one so far, in the last week. So it’s not like I’m dealing with ballooning. But even if I was, I wouldn’t care. Stretch marks? So what? Saggy bits? Eh, who cares.
It’s nice, for once in my life, not to be worried about this stuff.
The vibrations and flutters of the past six or so weeks have progressed to actual poking, kicking, wow that’s a baby in there, movements.
This is the part that I dreamed about.
And it is every little bit as good as I had hoped.
This journey? The before I mean? That endless, painful, treacherous roller coaster?
It’s so, so worth it.
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I wrote a post a little while ago that seems to have disappeared completely.
I am still in awe of my body.
We’re having a baby boy.
Today marks the official half way point.
Tomorrow I have another scan, to hopefully confirm what we found out at 16 weeks – that our Fuzzy is of the boy variety! He’s finally kicking me hard enough that I know it’s him (I’ve felt ‘something’ since early June, but not convinced that it was him).
I have been a terrible blogger, I know. I don’t even know what’s holding me back. This period of my pregnancy has felt like a calm before an impending storm. Some days, I still don’t really feel pregnant.
But then I catch my reflection, and the belly that finally says ‘baby’ not ‘blubber’. I feel the firm basketball bump underneath the flab. I feel the tiny little pokes and flutters coming ever so strangely from within. I feel the fiercely overwhelming urge to protect our son from the world.
And I start to realise, that maybe I’m not playing make-believe after all.