So far the only icky things about my pregnancy experience have been the blinding nausea in the first trimester (and subsequent constipation from the medication to alleviate that), swelling feet, and being diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes.
Other than those things I have loved and taken in all the wonders of this experience. I have noticed that whenever I express my love for the different way people treat me or feeling the little guy moving and kicking inside me there are always a few people that feel the need to add some negative response. Like, "just wait until he's bawling in public and you're getting looks". Or "just wait until he;'s jamming his foot into your ribs." Oh yeah and there's also the whole "OMG you're going to be suffering so much being pregnant in the summer!"
It's so obnoxious. I mean holy crap people there is a miracle being created inside my freaking body. It's an amazing thing. And not to mention, something that I thought I would never get to experience. I cried so many nights feeling this hopelessness and loss of something I may never be able to go through. And now that I am, I am LOVING IT! Sure it isn't all cupcakes and unicorns, but it's magical in its own way. I feel special being able to feel my little man moving and kicking. I love when he wakes up in the morning with a few bumps as if he's telling his Mommy & Daddy "good morning". I love him so much and I haven't even met him yet. I realize that things are going to be hard sometimes, but it's my child. My husband and I created a person!
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