Where does the time go? Seriously. I think I say this every couple of months. We’re already halfway through the year, I have a three year old, I can't see my feet and I have no idea how we got here. I’ve been really trying to focus on savoring this pregnancy, because honestly, I love being pregnant. It wasn’t long after Parker was born that I realized how much I missed just being pregnant. Now, with a toddler to chase after, a full time job, a blog to write, a husband, friends and… oh yea, sleep…. to all fit in, these past 30+ weeks have just flown by. I don’t know why I even bother acting surprised. It’s just how time works now.
Some nights, after I put Parker to bed, I like to sit and read and just stare at my belly for like 20min. Weird? Oh sure, maybe. But I feel like it’s the only time I get to really realize what’s going on. What all my body is doing and why it’s so freaking awesome. Most of my day is spent rushing to work, then checking off a to-do list, then rushing home for family dinner, then chasing around Parker, then going through the toddler antics of bedtime and then wham bam, it’s 9pm and the day is basically over. I may have felt like I failed at like 60% of things during the day, but guess what, I did grow someone’s brain and spleen today and damn, that’s a major accomplishment in my book.
I guess maybe I just like being pregnant because I always feel like I’m accomplishing something! That’s a dangerous drug for a person who constantly feels like they need to be getting things done and checking off a list (pointing finger at myself). You know, maybe through writing this blog post, I have uncovered my inner addiction to wanting to constantly be pregnant (but not actually have a baby every nine months)! Eureka! Let’s just plateau it at the sweet spot - like between six and seven months pregnant. That’s the best time. Your bump is cute, but not overly aggressive and taking over your body, you have a decent amount of energy, you can still reach far enough down to paint your toes, and people look at you with eyes that say ‘awww’ instead of the ‘whooaa’ you get in those final weeks. Yes, that sounds great!