Pregnancy Feels Like…
You know what I couldn’t believe when I finally did get pregnant… A pregnancy confirmed by 12 pregnancy tests before I even told Mr M, never mind contacting a midwife: Pregnancy is FORTY WEEKS! Forty weeks!
In my quick calculation, a month was 4 weeks. Forty weeks, that’s ten months! Isn’t it supposed to be nine? Why does everybody say it’s nine? Stood there, eight weeks pregnant, a ten month pregnancy felt like a lifetime.
As it turns out 40 weeks isn’t 10 months. It’s nine. Which is also why everybody says you’re pregnant for nine.
Nine very long months.
Nothing about it goes quickly. That’s the difference between living your days in a busy haze of work, life, studies, logistics, and then suddenly being aware of every moment. Noticing.
Waiting to feel something.
Wondering if you felt something.
Knowing you felt something.
Seeing a movement.
Feeling strained by movements.
Feeling it’s enough.
Feeling you’re about to explode.
Feeling out of control.
Feeling you want it over.
Feeling you don’t want to feel anything.
Feeling overwhelmed by each and every feeling.
Feeling waves of love.
Feeling nothing exists but what you’re feeling.
Holding a person for the first time.
Feeling the embrace.
It’s hard to even believe a little human can be moving around in there:
On a side note, no congratulations are due, these pictures are from 2013 🙂