We often mention our similarities, Vie and I, but of course and thank god there are many differences as well. And I’m happy to report I recently came up with a new one for that list.
I like being pregnant. Rephrase: I love being pregnant! Hormones vs. me: 0-1.
Ok, let’s not even mention that first trimester, but after those first weeks of being sick (and in shock… Because talking and dreaming of adding a third to your perfect and why not complete healthy, little family has nothing to do with actually being pregnant. So I found out.) its glorious.
Seriously, I often said that I would love to be pregnant again, but the thing holding me back was the end result.
I’m happy, energetic, loving and more tolerant. I smile to strangers, especially fellow pregnant women and making healthy decisions is all of a sudden as easy as 1-2-3. Next to that I don’t have to suck in my gut for 9 months (!!!) and the only time in my life when my skin is flawless is when I’m caring a child inside. I rub my bump all day every day and celebrate every kick I feel. I know exactly how far along I am and yes, I know what is happening in my uterus because I weekly read the pregnancy sites online. Both the American and Dutch version.
There’s no way of knowing if this time around I’m so lucky again to have a good pregnancy. However I do know that I’m going to soak it all up. All of it. It’s my last, it’s my bonus pregnancy. The first time I didn’t have a clue what to expect, second time I did, but I had a two-year old I was worried about (how would he survive not being the only and the number 1?). This time I sort of know what’s coming. And that in the end it always works out. Not always as expected, not always perfect, but it does.
This is it. And I’m going to experience it, 100%.
But no worries, still no t-shirts with annoying lines (no I didn’t eat melon seeds) or photo shoots. Because I’m happy pregnant, not pretty pregnant.
I have my limits.