I think this is my favorite period of pregnancy thus far. Since becoming pregnant, I go through periods of disbelief, like . . . is this real? Do I really have a person growing inside of me? Is everything okay? It's frustrating at times and I deal with a lot of anxiety and worry- a lot of which gets removed by prayer. Though, at times, I'm weak and give into it. In the first trimester, it was taking 5 or 6 pregnancy tests and analyzing the darkness of that second line. After my first doctor's visit, it was obsessing over the possibility of miscarriage and taking so much care to drink plenty of water, limit any sort of excerssion or danger to my body, and eat well. Up to about week 17, it was making sure I got plenty of rest and keeping my hands over my lower belly every single time I sat or lay down to see if I felt anything. Any hint of muscle spasm, gas bubble, or bone pop sent me into a frenzy . . . was that baby or my imagination? All of this thinking, from what I hear, is totally normal first time mom behavior, but it really can make you feel like a spaz.
Well all the worrying, anticipation of life, impatience of knowledge and timing, and concern has completely vanished. Why? Because this baby has been kicking me every single day since last Monday. Real kicks- not something really soft, where I question if that was just a slice of pizza digesting, but a legitamite tiny foot kicking my belly with all its might. It is the sweetest, most amazing feeling in the entire world.
Moving into this week (week 19), kicks are becoming stronger and more frequent, and sometimes, if I lift my shirt up to expose my belly, I can actually see where baby is kicking. I think there might be some elbows being thrown in there too . . . unless that first ultrasound missed a twin (which, hey, that would be AWESOME).
Doug has been able to feel this kiddo quite a few times, and last night, he swore he could feel it roll or flip around (something I feel a lot). My mom has been able to feel it once, but my poor dad has been playing a game with little one of hide and seek. Each time I would feel kicks, soon to be grampa would rush over to feel, and baby would stop. I'm sure after a while, if this energetic baby keeps up, he won't just be able to feel it, but see it too.
Aside from all the exciting kicking, I have noticed quite a bit of hip pain, which makes sleeping exhausting. I'm constantly having to switch sides (since sleeping on my stomach or back is horribly uncomfortable). I've also noticed that if I sit a certain way for a long period of time, my joints and bones are a lot slower to adjust to getting up and walking than usual. I'm really having to be mindful of my posture and movement when I'm home, so as not be sore and uncomfortable throughout the day.
The biggest news since finding out we are pregnant is coming soon though . . . next Monday, October 15th, we will find out the gender of Baby Jones. If you know me well, you know that I have a cute photo idea in mind (actually, quite a few). Doug and I also realized that there is absolutely no way we can hide that news for more than a day or two, so it will be posted by Wednesday of next week. We will also start registering for things, and thankfully it won't include most of the big items, because I have an awesome sister-in-law who is giving over a crib, changing table, dresser, glider, highchair, and various other items. To say we are blessed is an understatement!
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