It's pretty unbelievable that if all goes as planned Sunny will be here one week from today. Well, she actually won't be Sunny anymore. She'll be... oh, right - I'm not telling! It's Brandon and my only secret. You all know it's a girl and when she's coming, so this will be a gift to you. A surprise! I mean come on, who doesn't like surprises?
I got thinking last night and although I am anxiously looking forward to not being pregnant anymore, there are things about being pregnant that I will miss. I will definitely miss the feeling of Sunny kicking and moving around inside me. I love feeling her little bony foot pressing against my belly. And I love when Brandon reaches over and feels it and gets excited and starts talking to her through my belly button. The special treatment I get from friends and strangers is nice. Being pregnant serves as kind of an ongoing social experiment: some people go out of their way to be nice to me like the guy at the cafe yesterday who actually offered to help me out of my seat. And some people act no different like the waitress who snapped at me for attempting to sit down at a dirty table. Now I know to be extra nice to every pregnant woman I encounter in the future. I'll also make sure to tell a pregnant woman how cute she looks. That always feels nice. Also, as far as strangers go, being pregnant is also a good conversation starter. I had a long conversation with a Trader Joe's cashier about Leos yesterday. Supposedly they are energetic, flirty and demanding of attention - really? Or are we talking about you, Mr. Chatty? I will also miss being able to eat whatever I want, within reason of course. I have never gone overboard, but I certainly don't feel guilty about eating like I used to. And it's so nice to have gained 30 pounds and not feel the need to hide it.
You know what I won't miss? The feeling that there's a giant exercise ball tightly strapped to my waist. It's so hard to find a good sleeping position and then I'm up every two hours at night to pee, stretch my back and change the side I'm laying on. At this point it's even hard to find a good sitting position and leaning over is close to impossible. I won't miss that I get winded after walking for twenty feet or talking for more than three minutes. And I definitely won't miss the various unmentionable ailments that commonly occur with pregnant women. I won't miss those most of all.
Without a doubt this pregnancy has been a rewarding and memorable experience that I wouldn't trade for the world. It is a privilege to be pregnant with my child. Corny, but true. And next week it will be a privilege to take my daughter home with me and love her and soothe her and put her in cute outfits.
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