Saturday, September 4, 2010
This time last year I was 22 weeks pregnant, and sporting a bit of a belly. I loved being pregnant. At this time I was feeling energetic and literally full of life. I could feel my growing baby, Pebble, as we used to call her, moving around inside me. I stuck my belly out with pride and couldn’t help but rub my bump with love.
It feels strange to look at this person in the photos. There’s our bedroom, on the left, and the gym (now Pebble’s room) on the right. The home of a couple of DINKs. This pregnant person has no idea what is coming. She thinks she does, because she’s read all the books, and watched all the docos. But the birth is not going to be like anything she’s planned, and the coming-home-with-baby is certainly going to be a shock to the system (to put it mildly). The person is this photo has space – personal space, mental space, – and lots of time. She doesn't think she has lots of time, but she does. And this person thinks that she loves her baby already – but she hasn’t felt anything yet.
What were you doing this time last year?