Real life

Do you ever have those days when you say “is this real life?”

I have these moments throughout my days when I catch a glimpse of myself and see that I really am pregnant. Lately this little dude has been putting his feet in my sternum. It tingles all the time and is SUPER uncomfortable.

The honest truth about pregnancy is you mentally go through body dysmorphia. I still think I am as skinny as I was before I got pregnant, but I’m not. Those women out there who gain weight only in their belly and wear their pre-pregnancy pants longer than seems possible, seem like mirages and we wonder are they real or some taunting optical illusion.

Pregnancies are like nature. No two woman are alike. Our babies take over like little dictators and we really don’t have a lot of control on how our bodies grow.

Pregnancy really isn’t “real life”. It’s a period of creating and waiting. When this little boy makes his grand appearance in this world and I am the keeper of my own body life begins again. When I hold this little boy in my arms he will pretty much dictate what we do with our real lives.

Even though the weight will matter and my body image will change, when I look in those baby blues (maybe) it will all be worth this small sacrifice. I’ve been told that won’t be the last of them!

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