6 Month Check-Up
I keep getting advice from all walks of life as my burgeoning belly continues to grow. The ones that amuse me the most are from women who are nothing like me at all - usually strangers I cross paths with out and about. The 18 year old grocery bagger who said “Good luck” in a condescending way, telling me that her son drives her crazy. I wanted to tell her that usually your outlook on life changes if you’ve had a chance to finish high school and become an actual adult before having children. Or the woman in line at the store who asked me how far along I was and then said “Get ready for your life to change” with a sarcastic smirk. I couldn’t help but notice she had the tale-tell signs of a crack addiction. These are advisers one just doesn’t need.
The truth is pregnancy is amazing. It’s an experience so far that I’ve loved (yes even through the horrid first trimester). I have never been more in love with my husband, knowing that the guy I met one Spring day in California would end up being my life partner and the father of my children is godly. Knowing that we are both going through a life-changing experience together and hearing him tell me he only appreciates me more for having his child is by far the best compliment of my life. I’m amazed at my abilities. Hearing my midwife and ultra sound tech tell me I’ve grown a right healthy little boy so far reminds me that all the hard work, picky eating and vitamins have thus far paid off.
I can grow a person. :) Knowing that makes me feel more like a woman that any mini skirt, lipstick, hair-do or boyfriend could ever confirm.
