ninety one

I wonder if we as humans would make the sacrifices that come with pregnancy for any other purpose than to create another life. My body is round, and sore and unusual. My head is full, and I am too tired to create a thought past the basic day-to-day grind of thinking. I have constant heart burn and leg cramps, I wake up throughout the night because my bladder has been weakened to that of an elderly man. My clothes don't fit, my skin is stretched - I am uncomfortable more often than I can find comfort, and I am always hungry. I get pimples constantly, and my hair falls out more readily than ever before. My mood swings are unbearable, and I cry over commercials on TV. My brain is mush, and most of what I say is nonsense. I can't complete a full thought without making some kind of error - and I'm amazed that I've been able to fill up some of this page with words (mind you, I've been writing for 2 hours and this is all I've come up with...) It's all worth it in the end, which is why we push through. None of what I experience right now, will matter when I am cradling my baby and soaking up the pure ecstasy of having a new life in my arms. Bare with me, I am optimistically hoping I will give birth to my mind as well as my child in 13 weeks time. One can hope, right?