Week 23
Last week I was asking God to speed things up, now I’m begging time to slow down.
Thank goodness He doesn’t listen to the silly things we want, and instead gives us exactly what we need. What is actually good for us.
For the first time today I realized I’m a week and a few days shy of six months.
Does it go this fast for everyone? I’ve gotten so used to the constant kicks and movements inside my belly that I don’t want them to stop. There’s a bittersweetness in giving birth.
As much as I’m so excited to meet him, there’s something so precious about having this little boy all to myself. With me, wherever I go. I’m slowly learning his likes and dislikes (based off of which foods and things make him wiggle and move like crazy.)
He loves ice cream drizzled with honey. He still has me eating cherry tomatoes by the handful. And somehow I think he’s going to do best on a schedule because for the first time, I actually have a consistent one. Wake up. Coffee. Breakfast. Work. Lunch. Nap. Spend time outside. Dinner. Sleep.
The nap is crucial. Like seriously. Especially since I’m waking up to pee every two hours at night and that isn’t exactly the most restful sleep I’ve ever gotten. Never mind the heartburn and the fact that I require a minimum of three pillows but preferably more.
My poor husband has like a sliver of the bed at this point and even then I keep telling him to move over because I just can’t get comfortable.
Pregnancy is wild. And messy. And uncomfortable. And so darn miraculous.