I’m lying on the sofa, nauseous, eating, eating, eating – even though the nausea tells me food is wrong – when I feel it. Small flutters, which if I were pregnant for the first time I would say were wind, but remembering Ben kicking from eleven weeks I know are the beginning of months of the only thing about pregnancy I enjoy. Over the next few days I feel it more clearly, the fluttering, kicking, reminding me not only is there something worthwhile resulting from all this sickness but also that I have the most lax stomach muscles of any pregnant woman anywhere.
But I figure I have the rest of my life to re-tone those muscles but only a few precious months to enjoy the signs that my baby is growing inside me and that there will – eventually – be another child in our family. I will be a mother of four. And I can’t help but feel a tiny bit thrilled. And maybe also just a bit terrified.
{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }
I loved feeling the baby move…that really is about the best part of being pregnant. Hang in there…I know it’s rough going but it WILL get better. You’ve almost hit the second trimester mark and I’ll bet you’ll be feeling a lot better very soon.
On a side note, we just ran into a family with four little kids yesterday at an agricultural fair and they were saying how going from three to four wasn’t much of a big deal. Of course that was the hubby talking…didn’t get to hear the wife’s thoughts on that…she was too busy with the kids! She was smiling a lot, so that’s a good sign.
That’s good to hear.
Was the wife happy-smiling or I’m-kinda-crazy smiling?