You only get to be pregnant with your first child once. An amazing mother of 4 at my church told me one time that after birthing each of her children, she missed being pregnant with them. I was young and dumb then and thought, “how could you miss that, isn’t pregnancy miserable?!” After experiencing it for myself, I understood.
I’ve always loved the poem by E.E. Cummings that says, “I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. I am never without it, anywhere I go, you go, my dear.” Pregnancy is the same feeling, except, I carry your life with me, I carry it with me, literally.
My daughter used to get the hiccups multiple times a day when I was pregnant and it never got old. Now sometimes when I’m at work and she’s at daycare, I wonder if she has the hiccups. I wonder if she’s asleep, playing, eating, or thinking about me. Don’t get me wrong, I love having her on the outside now, watching her grow and learn, but there are days I miss having her with me everywhere I go.
I know the end of pregnancy is tougher than tough and that last stretch seems to go on for miles, but stay strong. You only go through this once. Before you know it, you’ll be holding them in your arms. You’ll be learning their quirks from the outside, not just what foods make them jump around more in your belly. The next time you experience pregnancy, you’ll be looking after your first child and not be able to nap as much as you were during this time. People won’t give you as much attention, because, “you’ve been through this before.” But every situation we go through makes us stronger for the next. You’re being toughened out right now for what’s to come. And guess what, you’re going to be amazing at it. That little wriggly baby inside you loves you more than you know and can’t wait to meet you just as much as you can’t wait to meet them. You’re providing the perfect home for them right now, let them enjoy it as long as they can.