Throughout my 35 weeks of pregnancy, I have enjoyed every week. Yes, every week. Even the weeks where I laid in the bathroom floor praying to the porcelain god that I could throw up. Yes, even the weeks when I had uncontrollable contractions that made me worry, I have enjoyed. Those days are history. I'm not in love with being pregnant anymore. In fact, I am down right miserable and it's time to complain.
At 28 weeks, I was put on an IV pump for contractions. I had medicine going in me every three minutes and large quantities every four hours. The IV made my heart speed up and the medicine to help with the heart rate made me sleepy. Around 34 weeks, I came off all the medicine and my doctor decided to let nature take its course. Well since I've come off the stupid medicine stupid side effects have taken place. I itch all the time. People have told me it's dry skin and just apply more lotion. Who has dry skin on their tongue, inside of their lips, their cheeks, the palms of their hands or the soles of their feet? (Well, I have to admit, my heels are a little dry, but that's besides the point.) I wake myself up itching, along with Jim. On top of itching, my feet remind me of what my great grandmother's looked like, I have no ankles. Bye-bye cute pregnant Amber. Hello miserable, kankled, swollen, and waddling Amber.
I know all of these "gifts" will be exchanged for a remarkable gift, but in the meantime, I'm not pleasantly plump anymore, and just down right miserable.
And such is the wonder of motherhood. Ten years from now you won't remember kankles, or aches and pains, or the belly button that will never be the same or the sleepless nights, or the poop under your nails. Ten years from now you'll wonder how something so small turned into that wonderfilled child who never ceases to amaze you. Fifteen years from now, you'll wonder where in the world did this alien come from. Twenty five years from now, you'll become friends with a whole new person. AND you may become plump (it's never pleasant!) through all that, but who cares. You've been an instrument in another of God's miracles!
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