It’s October 3, and we’ve now bridge the four month mark. According to thebump.com, baby is the size of an artichoke!
I am 18 weeks now and, though still not to the halfway mark, in a weird state. I have fully embraced this pregnancy, as I have had due knowledge of it for the past 14 weeks, (longer than a trimester). I have crossed finally past the threshold of sickness and dodgy energy levels, only to be met by my growing stomach as the new reminder there is life inside. I am still able to do everything I want, but having to be mindful of limits due to the size of the one growing in me.
For now, it has still remained hidden from strangers, those who offer up the polite and kind remarks about how they “had no idea I was pregnant”, but it is coming. Depending on how I fit my shirts, I either appear to be slightly over my normal weight, or growing something artichokey in size at the center of my body. Not a win either way.
I am down to the last few pairs of regular jeans that fit me and know it’s only a matter of time and discomfort before I pull out the elastic bands. Once I see those, it is a long journey of learning to love them, but there is an undercurrent of a rallying cry with this “one last time”.
By all accounts it’s still summer here, and could be for a while. But I have a hatred of all but one pair of shorts and few flattering tanks left. It’s probably time to spring for some maternity clothes but we have such few days left in this season, it seems futile to purchase those of the warm weather variety. With this baby coming in, so they tell me, early March, I hopefully will be back into “normal” clothes by the time I’m in need of them next summer. So I move through it, ill-fitting clothes bearing witness to my discomfort.
I think we have settled on a name. This is big for us. A moment of time that I relish, but feel hesitant to embrace this time. I think because this is my last baby I will name, I feel decelerated by the concept of finality. Right now, this name is being put through every test I can think of. Does it fit our mold? Do I love the meaning? Will I still like it on a teenager? Is it edgy enough for us? Is this good enough for a grand finale? Do I like it as much as the other girls’ names?
Still I catch myself scanning for birth announcements and ruminating on new names, trying them out in my daydreams for a bit, and on my tongue if they are lucky. Everything around me has become a potential naming source, a network for helping me cross that final bridge.
I think it’s a good sign that I keep coming back to the one after all of these. So I will hold onto that thought, close for now.
What I do like about the potential name is that it has multi-layered significant meaning. But that is all I will say for now. I suppose we will do a name game again at 30 weeks, though it’s going to be tough to think of clues I haven’t already used 3x over!
Sleep has become a contemptuous master and one that I will fight with for the remainder. I am evermore thankful for a king size bed when I am pregnant. Each night, I carefully set up my throne with two pillows for my head and a pillow to cushion each side. That way if I accidentally roll to my stomach or back, I have something soft to protect me from going fully prone.
All of these items must be weightily moved in the middle of the night for my, no less than, four trips to the bathroom. Getting less than nine hours of sleep also makes for an unwelcome afternoon slump and a day of mentally fighting against laziness. I have become not only a guardian of my children’s rest, but my own.
I am careful in sitting up now, not wanting to, for lack of better words, blow my abs out on this baby. It feels silly to use your arms and elbows so much to reach a sitting position, but I hope my protection will pay off in the reward of no diastasis recti.
Every time I am still and restful (which, with three little ones, equals about an hour a day before bed), I feel her little limbs tapping around in my belly. It still brings a rush of excitement and hope that a tiny, unknown being is alive in there, growing to join our family in about 5 months.
After a stressful or exhausting day, feeling her move gives me a little edge of hope and I’d like to think of this is a small allowance from God to remember his kindness towards us and His control over our lives. I am still amazed at He how is piecing this storyline together and still waiting with expectation to see how He finishes it.
But for now, this feels a good place to be.