26 weeks 3 days
I was thinking today that this baby bump of mine actually has me feeling empowered. While I look like I'm smuggling a basketball under my dress, and I still don't appreciate hearing people say, "Oh my God, you're huge," something about it has me feeling stronger, more confident, and a little badass. I don't know if it's that, for once in my life, I'm not so worried about my weight or how fat I look because now I have a very good reason for having this bulbous belly.Or if it's that I've suddenly turned into this powerful mother creature I never was before. Or if it's simply just the knowledge of this special, phenomenal thing that is happening inside of me. It's like I've been given an excuse to throw out insecurities about my appearance and stop caring about things that simply just aren't that important when compared to growing an actual human inside of my body.This baby is like a miniature safety net, taking care of me in return in many, albeit different, ways, while I take care of him. For now, I'll try not to think about how I'll feel once he's born and my body is a big old mess with no real evident excuse. After all, big old mess or not, it'll still be a body that kept a beautiful human life safe and healthy for 40 weeks (give or take) and will love him forever.
I was thinking today that this baby bump of mine actually has me feeling empowered. While I look like I'm smuggling a basketball under my dress, and I still don't appreciate hearing people say, "Oh my God, you're huge," something about it has me feeling stronger, more confident, and a little badass. I don't know if it's that, for once in my life, I'm not so worried about my weight or how fat I look because now I have a very good reason for having this bulbous belly.Or if it's that I've suddenly turned into this powerful mother creature I never was before. Or if it's simply just the knowledge of this special, phenomenal thing that is happening inside of me. It's like I've been given an excuse to throw out insecurities about my appearance and stop caring about things that simply just aren't that important when compared to growing an actual human inside of my body.This baby is like a miniature safety net, taking care of me in return in many, albeit different, ways, while I take care of him. For now, I'll try not to think about how I'll feel once he's born and my body is a big old mess with no real evident excuse. After all, big old mess or not, it'll still be a body that kept a beautiful human life safe and healthy for 40 weeks (give or take) and will love him forever.
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