The other day a friend asked me, “Do you think about the baby a lot?” “All the time,” was my response.
It’s surreal and amazing to consider that I have an actual living human being growing inside me. Every day brings parenthood and family and child closer to reality. I believe this is the most excitement and anticipation I’ve ever had about anything. So yes, I think about the baby a lot.
Also, it’s impossible not to be constantly aware of something that has affected my body and life so dramatically.
My expanding waistline is the most obvious change. I’ve been taking a weekly photo of myself to document the evolution. I had to start transitioning to maternity wear to accommodate my changing shape. Pajama pants have become my new best friend, and I’d wear them in public if that was socially acceptable.
My exercise has altered. I still work out 3 days a week, but I need to keep my heart rate below 140. I’m starting to feel very conspicuous at the gym with my growing stomach.
I now have to sleep on my side, which I’m getting used to. Last night I woke up about eight times to flip over to my other side.
This past weekend, right before falling asleep, I think I felt the baby. It was a fluttery sensation which I would have assumed was gas if it hadn’t been for all the baby books telling me to expect to feel the baby around this point in the pregnancy.
Every night before going to bed, I talk to the baby, hoping that he or she will hear me and know how loved it is.
Oh yeah, we’ll be finding out the baby’s gender in about a week. I have no motherly instinct about whether it’s a boy or girl. No idea at all.