When I compare notes with friends (and blogs, and books), it appears that I’ve had an exceptionally good-feeling pregnancy.
Do I have tired days? Of course! Unwarranted road-rage? It happens. Occasional heart-burn? You betcha.
But-all-in-all, I have felt energized, emotionally stable, and very grateful to be pregnant. My weight is healthy, but low, and I’ve done nothing intentionally to restrict my weight or what I eat. Weight is a touchy subject, and with pregnant women, all you ever need to say is, you’re all belly! But I don’t want to have 40 lbs of extra me to haul around like a sherpa after the baby is born. And I don’t have that.
Here’s what I’ve done (and just as importantly, not done) over the past 39 weeks to actually experience, rather than suffer through, the miracle of life.