I successfully passed the first trimester mark. I look huge. I have had
dreams already of people coming up to me on the street and asking me ""When
are you going to have that baby already?!?" Sometimes I feel like I was never
NOT pregnant. Olivia is getting so big! She is standing up every chance she
has and pot and pan have become her favorite toys. The name game had
intensified between my husband and I to no avail. It is a good thing we have
five months to go. I think the baby is a boy and that only aggravates the
situation. We cannot agree on a girl's name very easily but a boy's name?
Forget about it!
I am in a wedding next week and have tried on the dress already. I better get
on my hands and knees and pray to these pregnancy gods (who are all laughing
at the blessed turmoil of this baby making task is causing) that I don't gain
another ounce before then. If I do I am going to pop my seams and look like
a very nicely dressed burgundy chiffon beach ball rolling down the isle!
Really, for all the complaining I do, it is really tongue-in-cheek. I LOVE
being pregnant and witness all of the changes in my body. It is especially
sweet the second time around. I've done it once and know the basics. Now it
is time to refine my skills of observation and experience all of the thrills
of making a baby without the fears of the unknown. Each pregnancy holds new
fears and uncertainties, but I find them enormously easier to bare with the
confidence that I have done this before and I did it very well. Each ache and
pain is familiar and I experience them with growing anticipation of the grand
finale…the arrival of a new life into the three of ours.
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