(Originally written September of 2017-Didn't revise or edit to maintain the authenticity of when it was originally written.)
Hearing or seeing others around you go through a pregnancy is nothing like when it happens to you; I'm fast realizing that! Don't get me wrong, it's quickly becoming a favorite past time for me, I just can't get over how amazing the frequency and the rate that the female body undergoes as it changes to create a child; the physical preparation it goes through for delivery…utter fascination! I'm seeing it day by day with my body. Literally at three months I couldn't visually tell anything was going on with my body aside from tender breasts and seriously being drained (literally always wanting to sleep), but with the pregnancy app I was able to get an understanding of what was happening on the inside. Which reminds me, not to formally advocate or publicize, babycenter.com is awesome word of advice to all pregnant women! Anyway, I digress on that front…
Second trimester began and I was finally noticing and feeling a little bulge on my tummy area. Something magical was growing and being created inside me. My regular day clothes were finally not going to cut it (especially for work) considering that aside from the social pregnancy norm-I wasn't interested in wearing the typical maternity clothes or even the tight maternity clothes, at least not yet anyway. I figured there would be a time when it would be pointless to wear loose fitted clothing without looking like humpty dumpty. There was also the factor that my family has a more conservative aspect when it comes to the baby bump revealing-it has merit. Cowboy, made a point of taking me on a shopping spree for new clothes, considering that after the rapid growth and body changes in the first trimester, I was going to need some reliable (for lack of a better term) clothing as the baby bump grew even more and he would be busy with work (as would I). The essentials of a few new tops and capris bottoms, cover-ups, dresses, and a few new shoes; items to mix and match with my other clothing that I COULD and WOULD still be able to wear with the baby bulge.
I have to say that I should have put better attention to what my mother kept telling me, "Take the time to enjoy this part of the pregnancy and get some rest, make sure to take it easy." Unfortunately, this pregnancy wasn't in the best of times for us as there was a lot of transitions, work was really busy (that's right I was still working full-time), and just overall a lot going on for me…stress would be the term for it. Traveling on a constant basis from three cities; Prosper, Dallas, and Rockwall while probably only getting about the average of four to five hours of sleep a night and that was on good days! Well, it took a toll on my body and the pregnancy, that I soon was diagnosed with a complicated pregnancy…from the doctor's aspect I was to be cautious and vigilant but thank God, what started off as a little peanut was fast becoming a healthy baby. As you can imagine from my earlier statement, I didn't slow it down any, on the contrary I was trying to fit what a person should do in five years with their partner/family in a ten-month span (basically in the timeframe of the pregnancy). I was getting lectured left and right, was being told to take it easy (easier for others to tell you when they aren't the ones taking care of all your things), and even with my parents and sister trying to help as best as they could-things still weren't done, and I felt that time was running out quickly. I needed for Cowboy to do a lot more than what was currently being done yet the way he was raised didn't have an exact correlation to how I was raised and did things…lots of learning curves for everyone (especially myself) however at the end of the day I was blessed and thankful that God kept a close eye on my little peanut that was cooking up inside me. I look back on this trimester now and realize some of my errors in addition to the fact that my family did (and are still doing) a lot to help Cowboy and I…the repayment is too huge to even fathom.
Sincerely,
A Distinct Woman
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