So when I was pregnant with Belle, I got huge. I mean, really. I looked like there might be two Annabelles hiding in my stomach. Here are a few of the never before shared photos of those last days. In fact, this was the day I went to the hospital to be induced.
WHOASERS, right? It's okay. You can say it. I know. I WAS THERE. And now that the quart of water has drained out of my face (seriously?), I can actually laugh a little.
Pregnancy as a whole wasn't too much fun for me. Among a myriad of random pregnancy symptoms, I was sick as a dog the first trimester, sort of sick the other two, my pelvis fell out of place in the third (limiting my ability to walk, quite literally), my gums completely receded from my teeth (causing continual tooth pain), and I ended up with a serious root canal after the baby came out, and I got fat. Not just pregnant. F-A-T.
After I had Annabelle, so many people told me I'd forget about the pain of pregnancy and be excited to do it all over again. But let me tell you something: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN. NOT A SINGLE SWOLLEN APPENDAGE HAS BEEN DISMISSED FROM MY MEMORY. Yet, I will do it again. And there is only one reason I will. Every single second of pregnancy, as miserable as it might be, is worth it. Because you get a little bundle of newness, perfection swaddled up and tucked into your heart, as though there was a spot just waiting for that tiny baby.
The feeling is unlike any other. And I can't wait.
To feel it. Again.
Some time in July. (Again.)
YES. I'M PREGNANT.
P.S. Yes, that's why this blog has become relatively silent. I have very few clever things to say when I'm bent over a toilet "shick," as Belle says. However, I believe that first trimester good times are winding down. (Oh please.)