Bridget's Pregnancy Blog

Now that I’ve hit my final month or so (and realized this morning that December 3rd is one month from my due date of January 3rd!) , I’ve started to alternate between panic (oh no! I need to buy more baby clothes! Need to clean the apartment!) and getting a little nostalgic about the earlier days of pregnancy.

I was thinking last night about when I first found out about my pregnancy and how I basically thought it was kind of funny at the time. It almost didn’t seem real, especially since I’d had a lot of trouble getting pregnant a few years ago when I’d been actively trying so this unexpected pregnancy seemed to be a classic example of “when you stop looking for it, you’ll get what you were looking for.”

But after that first initial realization, the next few months were mostly uncomfortable, with a lot of fatigue, nausea, heartburn and other minor issues that just seemed to go on continuously for about 12-14 weeks.

The first time I really had the realization of this being a little person in there was at my 12 week prenatal appointment, the first ultrasound, where I saw the little vaguely baby-shaped (and kinda alien-shaped!) little creature floating around in there. He was kicking his legs and not doing much else, but it was really cool to see him moving.

At that time, there were a ton of problems- everything from him being too small for his gestational age to having his intestines outside the body still, and I was naturally in a panic over all the problems. Luckily, they’ve all resolved themselves since then, and he seems perfectly fine at this point. He’s even turned over properly, so he’s head-down, and all of the vital signs they check at appointments seem to be good.

Overall, I think I’ve been enjoying pregnancy, despite all of the little inconveniences that come along with it. I know a lot of people find the whole process annoying or frustrating, but I haven’t really felt that way.

Justin teases me that once I have the baby I will get “empty belly syndrome” and want to have another one soon after. I’m not so sure I’ll be quite that eager, but maybe in a year or two.

Meanwhile, I’m heading into the last month, eager to meet my little one, but at the same time eager for him to stay in there long enough for me to get everything done that I need to do before his arrival.