Being pregnant is perhaps the single, most terrifying thing that ever happened to me. I’m so used to dealing with kids stuff that when something grown up like this happens, I run around like a headless chicken.
This is probably the reason why I was such a whiny baby throughout my pregnancy. Granted, the last couple of months of my pregnancy were physically challenging. Gaining 40 pounds made the whole thing much, much worse. But having a baby made me realize how amazing and powerful the female body is. It’s cliche, I know, but spending most of my life hating my body for not being skinny enough, I find myself in awe of this aging, expanding shell, hahaha!
Also! The pregnancy made my relationship with my husband stronger in many ways. Most days are happy days but there are times when we get into each other’s nerves just because we were preparing for so many things all at once. But we got to know each other more in that regard.
Even when I got married, I never saw myself having kids. It’s just something that I never thought I’d do, but I’d do it if it means making the person I love happy if you get what I mean? Before we got married, the hubs wanted kids. But after several tries, we decided that maybe it was not in the cards. And yet here we are. This just goes to show that life is unpredictable and the only thing constant really is change.
So! Now that my pregnancy has concluded (with fabulous results, if I may add), I have collected all the belly bump pictures I made as part of the journey. You know how much I love to document thangs. It’s funny because, in the first baby bump pic, I remember feeling so fat and now realize I had no fucking clue about what’s to come.
As tita Lea said, what a journey it has been. Here’s a comparison picture of me preggers at 9 weeks and at 40 weeks. Damy came the day before his projected due date.
Our first family picture! I was drugged out of my mind when this was taken, hahaha!
Below is Damy’s first photo, taken just a few minutes after we got home. We stayed at the hospital for 5 days because I had to be treated separately.
Apparently, I was a little too toxic for Damien so he stayed at the NICU for the first 4 days. I didn’t get to see him until the night before we were set to leave the hospital.
This concludes my pregnancy journey! Now I’m off changing diapers and begging a newborn to go back to sleep!