20 Weeks

Week 20 Welcome leg cramps! Waking up with a Charley horse and yelling bloody murder while half asleep is really a great way to spend an evening. My one thought at that moment was how the hell am I going to birth a baby if just the leg cramps are this painful. Thankfully I’ve learned a few helpful stretches to avoid another rude awakening.  I had an abdominal cramp situation that made me nervous this week so I called the midwife to ease my mind.  She assured me it was just growing pains or maybe even a gas bubble. I’m so thankful to have that resource even late in the evening for non-emergancy questions. I really didn’t want to use the internet for answers that would only freak me out more.  Baby loves to kick me. Everyday the little jabs are getting stronger. I’m going to have to get used to them to avoid Tourette’s-like exclamations I keep making when I’m surprised by the force every now and then.   This was the first week I got a little down about being pregnant. Maybe it’s a bit of sadness over losing my body and fear of losing the “us” Marco and I have. We both agree that at this point we are, on a scale of 1 to 10, about an 8 freakout level. Realistically, baby is going to be a big change, but we currently don’t travel, we don’t stay out late, and we don’t really do anything in our free time that a baby will hinder or stop. I’m mainly frightened of the permanence. There is no going back now. But I bet everyone feels this way, at least a little bit the first time.   

Week 20

Welcome leg cramps! Waking up with a Charley horse and yelling bloody murder while half asleep is really a great way to spend an evening. My one thought at that moment was how the hell am I going to birth a baby if just the leg cramps are this painful. Thankfully I’ve learned a few helpful stretches to avoid another rude awakening. 

I had an abdominal cramp situation that made me nervous this week so I called the midwife to ease my mind.  She assured me it was just growing pains or maybe even a gas bubble. I’m so thankful to have that resource even late in the evening for non-emergancy questions. I really didn’t want to use the internet for answers that would only freak me out more. 

Baby loves to kick me. Everyday the little jabs are getting stronger. I’m going to have to get used to them to avoid Tourette’s-like exclamations I keep making when I’m surprised by the force every now and then.  

This was the first week I got a little down about being pregnant. Maybe it’s a bit of sadness over losing my body and fear of losing the “us” Marco and I have. We both agree that at this point we are, on a scale of 1 to 10, about an 8 freakout level. Realistically, baby is going to be a big change, but we currently don’t travel, we don’t stay out late, and we don’t really do anything in our free time that a baby will hinder or stop. I’m mainly frightened of the permanence. There is no going back now. But I bet everyone feels this way, at least a little bit the first time.