I am doing a lot of whining on this blog lately.
And I don't like it one bit.
Thank you for the comments regarding my last post. Like pretty much every other woman on this planet, I have some issues regarding weight and body proportions. I had hoped that pregnancy would quiet those inner demonds, but it has only muffled them. I doubt the onslaught of hormones combined with the comments from friend, family, and foe is helping.
However, I need only to look through my own blog, or glance at the pages of others to know that there is nothing in this world that I would trade for this baby and the opportunity to carry him. Pregnancy is a miracle, a hard fought battle for so many people, and instead of valuing it, I am crying about a little weight gain.
Now, this doesn't mean that I am not going to post about aches and pains and weight gain. After all, this is a blog about my pregnancy-after-infertility, and I wouldn't want to exclude that or make it less authentic. But I also want to talk more about the miracles of pregnancy and less about the minor inconveniences.
Like the fact that when I feel my baby move, everything else in this world pretty much doesn't matter at all. And isn't that the point?