The hard half is before me. I know lots of ladies will say the first trimester is the brutal one for them, but other than surviving through the intense exhaustion I find that first third a breeze. My discomforts grow daily as I plug along and, therefore, the hardest days are still to come.
Oh, no. This blog will not turn into a complain-fest! I have long detested whiney pregnant ladies. With too many loved ones close to me who have endured infertility and third-trimester fetal loss I have never abided by the whoa-is-me daily lamentation practices of too many of the women I have worked with or otherwise encountered. When it was appropriate I often scolded, “Don’t complain! Do you know how many women wish they had your ‘problem!’” Now that we have endured our own heartbreaking fetal losses, I am just that much more aware of the fragility of life and feel even more compelled to, “Count it all joy.”
That doesn’t mean I won’t express my misery to John or the occasional close friend who knows my heart well and just knows I need a mite of sympathy now and then to get by. 😉
So the belly is growing (hopefully not with too much fluid!), the girls are getting excited, & the boys are picking up the slack (and more and more items I can’t carry) as I move slower. And with only one small child and four big ones (more or less) I find things a bit easier than I did with, say, Marie and Tabitha’s pregnancies. Johanna has 2 parents and four parents-in-training to corral her and I am daily grateful for their assistance.
So we are half-way to meeting Ducky. It is a great milestone. Maybe I will eat half of the container of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy ice cream my friend Tara brought me to celebrate.
What? Ducky likes chocolate!
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