I wish pregnant bodies went into mandatory hibernation for a while during the first trimester. Someone would have to step in and take over every single aspect of life. Or I wish people were like penguins and we could lay eggs so that prenatal care could be shared amongst our village.
I’m not great at being pregnant, I don’t think. My body feels hijacked. I’m nauseous, hungry, and exhausted. And awake.
Of course, I’m also excited, grateful, and happy. There are highs and lows. Good moments and moments I feel like I’m drowning. Luckily, the drowning ones are only fleeting moments…and they pass. I’m still working on asking for help, practicing self-care, and letting go of perfectionism. I think it’s my on-going life’s work.
This guy helps me keep it all in perspective, though. I start to feel adrift and he (and Colin) grounds me.
Joyful Striving 