I have discovered at 22 weeks the effects of having my intestines all twisted and moved around within me, as they are making room for Baby Kali.  Unfortunately for dad, he has to be around to suffer this effect as well.  I can tell you that even if I eat fruit or a grilled cheese, you may assume that I ate deviled eggs.  After turning to the wonderful ladies in my community Ovia app, apparently the only way to get rid of this new gift of gas is to no longer be pregnant. Forewarning fathers: it gets worse from here and for myself there are still 4 more months to go.  I suppose that we pregnant warriors should avoid things like broccoli, beans grease and especially taco bell BUT WHAT FUN WOULD THAT BE?!?! There is a realization that you slowly realize through this pregnancy journey that your system may never be the same, and if it is you at least have to accept that for 9 months your body will be a whole new adventure. For 9 months things will happen to you, or come out of you that you just wont expect, that your spouse may not expect and that even the dog may not expect. But that is just  apart of this magical journey.

Things I have come to think about in the last 19 weeks:

I wonder how where parents, and especially moms, find the strengths to wait until birth to find out if they are having a baby boy or a baby girl.  I crave to know my baby’s name. Furthermore, I came to the conclusion today, that pregnancy cravings are not limited to food.  They could be movies, sleep, certain pillows, certain people, and activities. I keep telling myself i haven’t had weird cravings and that I seem to be eating pretty normal, but every meal I had last weekend had pineapples on it. I eat at least two bags of funyons a day, and my ice cream intake has increased (that is influenced by baby papa).  So here comes the realization, embrace the weird things and recognize them. EAT THOSE FUNYONS. WATCH TWILIGHT. FIND OUT THAT BABY’s GENDER. AND … share with the world whatever you choose, even if they don’t care to hear it.

In all seriousness though, the thoughts of excitement flood through, that the reality that a baby is coming is still a dream at this time. It truly is a scary thing that in just 21 more weeks, we will have a bouncy baby girl or boy. That in 21 more weeks, we will have another human to care for, and share our love with, and that in reality our needs are not number 1 any longer.  It is a selfless thing to be a parent, and active present parent.  I have fears, like any new mother would, but I can say I have no fear for the amount of love I will have for this baby, and the excitement and motivation I will have to create the best little human I can. I have faith that each of us will share a little piece of ourselves with our little one and give a pretty large piece of our hearts to him/her.

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