Pregnancy


I’m pregnant. The will to meet this little human grows with the strength of each kick and roll.

I’m in the third trimester now, with a due date in early October. I've wanted an October baby for selfish reasons. Simply because I love fall and I love October. Ben and Violet have spring birthdays, while mine is in the fall. It'll be nice to even things out a bit. There's a high probability that this baby will come at the end of September though, which I've accepted. September is no October, but it's a hell of a lot better than August.

I anticipate welcoming a little libra into the family. Being a scorpio myself, I'm thankful to not have to raise one. It'd probably kill me.

Time has flown. The first trimester was dictated by the worst throws of exhaustion and waves of uneasiness. Cravings that came in earlier days: French fries, spiced cider, key lime pie.

The second was mostly uneventful, which I say thankfully. I slept well and felt pretty comfortable. Some headaches. 

Now officially in the third trimester and the back/side pain didn't come knocking until recent weeks. It has since let itself in, took off its coat and made itself right at home.

The hardest physical part of the pregnancy is a relentless pain in my right side. My doctor says progesterone loosens cartilage, which has caused my floating ribs to feel like someone is cranking a corkscrew into my side. I endorse this description.

Despite our gypsy lifestyle having us move from state to state, our children will both be born in the same state, in the same hospital even. It seems my life comes full circle for me to have babies in the south. 

Have I mentioned we're having a boy? I will have a son. Violet will have a brother. Every once in a while, it seems surreal. But mostly, it seems right. As if we've been waiting for this soul to choose us and join our family. 

Looking back on my pregnancy with Violet, I now know that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could have prepared me for what was to come. I imagine that going from one to two is quite the same, and that's okay. When I think ahead to having him here, the dominant feeling I continually find myself lingering on is calm. That's not to say that there is no trepidation at all, and perhaps my lack of anxiousness is foolish. I just feel ready. 

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