(With my sister. Family camping trip... probably 1985)Has time ever just wandered by you without a care in the world? Here I am, almost 24 weeks pregnant (that's 6.5 months in weird pregnancy math) and I haven't found the time to sit and document month 5.
Documenting this pregnancy is important to me. There are many reasons why, from the fact that we prayed, cried, hoped and dreamed of this for a while before it came true, to the fact that I tend to forget details, and the small things are many times the most important.
As I have written before, my first trimester brought a tiredness and sheer stupidity that I had no way of being prepared for. I simply could.not.work. Try as I might, my eyes closed while in the middle of translating a sentence and there was nothing that could make me stay awake. The consequence was that work piled up and the last 2 months squeezed me dry from work. Most days I would look at my planner and simply give up imagining that I would do it all. I did what I could and surrendered to sleep at the end of the day so I could do it all over again in the morning.
I do not subscribe to the busy frenzy. I am not proud of ever saying I am too busy to see a friend, add a project to my list or going to a birthday. I am not happy to ever know I am too busy to be able to spend a few hours with the hubbie at the end of the day. In fact, that eats me up. To me, not having time to be with the man I love and with the friends I cherish is something to be corrected. I try my hardest to not be so overworked that I need to say "I can't, I'm too busy". A while ago I read an article (The busy trap) and this struck me as a description of how I feel: "I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know." I can't say this is true all the time, but I sure wish it was. Anyway, I digress. The point is that unfortunately this blog has been neglected - and the pregnancy documentation also - because I went through a busy trap spell. I am happy to say my schedule has returned to it's normal pace, and I do not see any "I'm too busy" replies in the near future.
(I was a very chubby, pinchable baby... this is 1981)On to the 5th month... I started feeling baby move right at 18 weeks. It felt like bubbles popping in my belly. The first few times were admittedly weird, but I soon (probably in a matter of hours, a day at most) started hoping for those fleeting moments when I would feel the pops, and know that it was my baby in there doing what babies do at 5 months of pregnancy.
The hubbie felt the baby move for the first time a few weeks later. Do I have to say it brought tears to my eyes? Probably not... I don't blame the hormones. My husband is, in my opinion, the most wonderful man. Period. What made the moment so emotional for me is that while he has had many opportunities to feel babies move in someone else (several pregnant friends, after all), and while many times I would encourage him to feel the baby move (it is really cool, after all) he always said no. And his reason? His baby would be the first he ever felt move in someone's belly. Needless to say, when he felt baby move for the first time I was very, very happy.
On the weight/food, fat in general area we're doing good. Weight gain was perfectly normal for this time. However... I do eat more. Alarming. I also crave sugar. I had a pregnancy diabetes test done and I was very relieved with the negative result. Giving up soda was easy, giving up sugar is an entirely different piece of cake, doughnut, bagel and brownie. Oh, well...
I got the ok to start exercising and was very happy. While I don't love to exercise, ironically when I start I really, really like to push myself and thankfully my body is pretty quick to respond to pain, so I end up having a good time. I was on a good exercise schedule before pregnancy and I had to stop cold turkey. Going back was sore, but made me happy.
On the negative side... well, I only have one bad thing about this month. I'm already a bit sick of hearing unsolicited advice. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy talking about pregnancy and babies, what I do not enjoy is someone simply walking up to me, rubbing my bump (what's up with that, by the way??) and blurting out a million and one things about their pregnancy, their children, their oh-so-superior knowledge and so on. A conversation is not a monologue. The monologues are the low point for me.
(Probably my favorite photo with my sister. My mom made the dress I´m wearing... cute cross stitching, right? 1985)If that wasn't a long post I don't know what is. If you got this far, my hat is off to you. I truly appreciate being read. It boggles my mind that you take time out of your day to come here. I am humbled.
Have a great weekend and I hope to see you soon on a new post.