Post One
There isn't anything particularly glamorous about peeing on a stick whilst nervously wondering if your whole life is about to change in the following few minutes with the possible appearance of an extra pink line on it. And yet, the madness that ensues this bizarre little toilet escapade is something no woman will ever manage to forget.
We watch these things on TV and in movies from such a skewed sort of view that it never truly seems like something that could happen to you in real life, somehow; and then, it does happen, and you realize that it's every bit as dramatic as those sitcoms showed it to be.
Ever since the day I found out that I'm pregnant (seven weeks ago) I've been contemplating about whether or not I should write about this roller-coaster ride that I'm now on. I suppose truth be told, there isn't really any reason on earth why I shouldn't document this experience on a regular basis other than that niggling worm of superstition and an unreasonable sense of over-protectiveness that seems to have found a new home for itself in my mind. But I guess we can assume that today, I managed to defeat that little worm and decided that this really needs to be written down, re-read and remembered by me when time has passed and things have changed.
To begin with, let me just say that pregnancy is no joke. This is serious business, not for the faint-hearted or easily frazzled. The fatigue that kicks in by week 6 (I guess the number differs for each mom) isn't the kind you've ever experienced, because if you're a first time mother like me, you've never been busy building a human body before. Oh, and here's a myth that we need to bust- morning sickness can happen in the afternoon, in the evening, at dusk, even at midnight. The foods that you adored might suddenly become repulsive to you, the perfumes that you've been using for years may now become intolerable. There will be these phantom aches and pains in strange places, and nearly the entire medicine cabinet that has come to your rescue in life before will now be off limits. You've just got to deal with it, but the surprising thing is that no matter how uncomfortable this entire ride is (particularly the first trimester), you just manage to make it through each day with a smile on your face because you know that it culminates with you holding this merry little bundle of fluff that will be a little bit of you and a little bit of the man that you love. How amazing is it- when you think about it- that these microscopic protein particles manage to carry messages from generation to generation, from one family into another, fusing two lives together in such a tangible yet spiritual way.
It overwhelms me, and fills me with curiosity, and there's nothing I'd want to do more right now than to see my baby.
So I guess at the end of this very first pregnancy post of mine I'll just say that none of this is simple or easy or a bed of roses, and yet, it's magical and strange and simultaneously lovely. I'm nervous about life ahead, sure, but I guess we'll figure it out- day by day, week by week, month by month.
We watch these things on TV and in movies from such a skewed sort of view that it never truly seems like something that could happen to you in real life, somehow; and then, it does happen, and you realize that it's every bit as dramatic as those sitcoms showed it to be.
Ever since the day I found out that I'm pregnant (seven weeks ago) I've been contemplating about whether or not I should write about this roller-coaster ride that I'm now on. I suppose truth be told, there isn't really any reason on earth why I shouldn't document this experience on a regular basis other than that niggling worm of superstition and an unreasonable sense of over-protectiveness that seems to have found a new home for itself in my mind. But I guess we can assume that today, I managed to defeat that little worm and decided that this really needs to be written down, re-read and remembered by me when time has passed and things have changed.
To begin with, let me just say that pregnancy is no joke. This is serious business, not for the faint-hearted or easily frazzled. The fatigue that kicks in by week 6 (I guess the number differs for each mom) isn't the kind you've ever experienced, because if you're a first time mother like me, you've never been busy building a human body before. Oh, and here's a myth that we need to bust- morning sickness can happen in the afternoon, in the evening, at dusk, even at midnight. The foods that you adored might suddenly become repulsive to you, the perfumes that you've been using for years may now become intolerable. There will be these phantom aches and pains in strange places, and nearly the entire medicine cabinet that has come to your rescue in life before will now be off limits. You've just got to deal with it, but the surprising thing is that no matter how uncomfortable this entire ride is (particularly the first trimester), you just manage to make it through each day with a smile on your face because you know that it culminates with you holding this merry little bundle of fluff that will be a little bit of you and a little bit of the man that you love. How amazing is it- when you think about it- that these microscopic protein particles manage to carry messages from generation to generation, from one family into another, fusing two lives together in such a tangible yet spiritual way.
It overwhelms me, and fills me with curiosity, and there's nothing I'd want to do more right now than to see my baby.
So I guess at the end of this very first pregnancy post of mine I'll just say that none of this is simple or easy or a bed of roses, and yet, it's magical and strange and simultaneously lovely. I'm nervous about life ahead, sure, but I guess we'll figure it out- day by day, week by week, month by month.
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