I love my body.

(This was last week, I’m now 9 weeks)

Something about pregnancy brings about a new respect and appreciation for it. Maybe it’s the fact that I know it’s doing a very important job, like um, growing a human. We often forget the millions of things our body does for us each second just to breathe or digest nutrients, but knowing that it’s working to grow a baby brings that appreciation to the forefront. Especially when I’ve heard so many Moms, myself included, miscarry or not be able to have a child. I feel blessed.

Or, maybe it’s because I finally can add a few pounds and feel less self-conscious about how skinny I look (yes, I like gaining weight and pregnancy/nursing is the only time it sticks. Until…I get older I hear). Maybe it’s because I grow more womanly curves and fill out clothes differently. Or maybe it’s because for a change, instead of looking at my wrinkly loose skin belly where my other babies have grown, and wincing knowing I will never show it in a bikini again…my belly has blossomed to erase those winkles and it’s a place of beauty and growth once again.

I think it’s all the above. It’s amazing what the body can do and I love these months of change, of feeling and being a different part of me However, I’m sure my feelings will change by November when it looks like I swallowed a watermelon whole and I just want my pre-pregnancy body back. Such is life! For now, I’ll enjoy this new body :-)

That said, things appear to be going well via evidence of my body. I’ll have another appointment the 27th and anxious to hear the heartbeat! Things are very busy right now with the end of semester projects and papers, forgive the sporadic posts! 6 more weeks until graduation…