I can honestly say that out of all the experiences that I have had in my entire life, I have never been as excited as I am now to meet my daughter. She’s been kicking and punching me all night long, which doesn’t let me sleep much, but there is no better feeling than this. Yesterday, my boyfriend and I saw her at our third ultrasound and she was such a character. She kicked the doctor’s hand off my stomach, she kept opening and closing her mouth, and we got the best candids of her. I’m happy that she is growing a healthy baby. She’s already one pound.
I won’t say that my pregnancy has been all positive. My mood swings are through the roof somedays. I find myself crying when I see someone else crying in a movie or if someone really gets me upset. I have no idea why, but I have been thinking a lot about my post-pregnancy body. I have to constantly remind myself that I am pregnant and that my body is constantly changing. I feel like I’m winded so much faster now and I can’t paint my toenails anymore, so I wonder if I’m not the only person that has all these fat moments. If anyone has any suggestions about how I can change my perspective on my changing body, that would be amazing.