Today, I just realized that I had very light stretch marks. Well, I didn’t. My mother told me. She was helping get a skirt on and because we were close to the window, they were visible.
I kind of freaked out. I wasn’t looking forward to that part of the pregnancy. I hoped so much that I wouldn’t get any. Though they are tiny, they are there. I was a little worried until I spoke to my husband about it. I told him and he was disturbed.
He told me something that I really needed to hear. I was complaining about something and that upset him. He told me that I shouldn’t be complaining, that I should just be happy that the baby is healthy. Stretchmarks should be the least of my worries.
That really made me feel better. Though that is not going to stop me from applying lots of lotion to my stomach every night and morning, it made me realize something. I am in no position to complain. I’m so thankful to God. And I’m being so selfish. My husband is right!
Though I wished this never happened, I love my baby. And if stretchmarks are what I will earn through my pregnancy, then be it. I’m gaining something very beautiful at the end. I will never be able to thank God for this miracle. Though my baby isn’t here with me yet. I thank God for taking care of my baby.
I could never be more grateful. :)) I’m glad that some sense got knocked into me. 🙂
23 Weeks && 2 Days Pregnant!
Is it me or are a lot of pregnant teens finding it “cute” and “fun” to have a kid? I understand that, OK, maybe reality hasn’t set in yet for them ….Not until the first few weeks after their baby is born, but too many teenagers are getting pregnant!!!
I mean, my former high school has 9 teens pregnant and not all of them are pregnant. In the past, there were more mistakes…Nowadays, a typical 13-year-old’s dream is to “get pregnant fall in love, and have kids”
I am simply saying this is a “trend” escalating to unreal heights…
And for MTV to play these episodes of Teen Mom and 16 & pregnant… These episodes may be a LESSON LEARNED for most girls… But to some, it only makes them want a baby of their own….Completely ignoring the reality of how difficult it is to support a child.
I am newly pregnant, I turn 19 in May. I am in no way shape or form glamourizing my pregnancy. If anything, I am taking it seriously and prepared to pay the consequences…..
All I can do is move forward and explain to other teens to be more careful.!!!!! It doesn’t hurt!!
I used to be the person who’d tell someone to back the f*** off in a second because they had no right to give an opinion on my life. I’m still that person, but I hate to be rude unless I’m irritated then I’m willing to punch you in the face. Sounds aggressive, yeah I know. It’s a hard month for me. I don’t like to deal with BS because it’s stupid and pointless. Lately, it has been like I’m a little kid being taught not to hit someone. I don’t need lectures to tell me what to do with my life. I don’t need them to tell me when I should have a baby. I don’t need them to tell me that I should go to an actual college. I don’t need them so the person giving it can tell me their opinion. Because I didn’t ask. If I don’t ask, I don’t value it. So it’s just wasting my time. I ask for advice from those who I know will support me no matter what. Not those who tell me “Oh I hope you’re not pregnant because it’s not good for you right now and it’s more likely the baby will die because it’s so close to your last miscarriage.” No, keep your comments to yourself.
Where has the time gone? Last time I wrote in my blog, I was 11 weeks into my pregnancy and everyone was trying to talk me into an abortion. Yet here I am with my beautiful 14-month-old baby girl lying in bed next to me. She is perfection snuggling up to ‘Duckie’, her new Easter cuddly.
I never thought life could be so fantastic. When people see me, they say I look the happiest they’ve ever seen me and they’d be right. This life I carried for 9 months makes me the happiest I’ve ever been, the happiness I feel can’t be described it is beyond what I could have ever believed.
Times are sometimes tough. Money will always be an issue, but I would rather go without than allow my daughter to. She wants for nothing and gets everything. All she has to do is look at me and I’m hers totally and completely. She is my ray of sunshine, always smiling and happy, always loves life. The smile never fades off her face. She babbles and chats away, creating new words and joining small sentences, ‘mooing’ and ‘quacking’ every few words. She loves her animals and believes her cuddles are real.
I can’t believe I ever went to that clinic, ever risked destroying my baby’s life.
she is my life, my soul, my world
Roo, you complete me!
Honestly, I’m bored of being pregnant now. I’m only just halfway through it. Should have another 17 weeks left. It’s so long.
I find it so hard to sleep now. I can’t get comfy during the night. I wake up so early. I’m restless all through the day. I’ve had multiple water/kidney infections during this pregnancy. I’m always too tired/in pain to go out and socialize with my friends. I only see them if they agree to come to my house or when I go to school.
I suppose the only thing still working is me and my boyfriend. We don’t even argue anymore. He treats me like the only person on the earth, like a princess, like I’m worth millions of pounds. I really do feel special and beautiful when I’m with him. Our son kicks constantly when he is around…He definitely knows I love his daddy.
I really can’t wait for this to all be over, because one day in the next 17 weeks, my little man will be in my arms, smiling and stinking the house out. I’m totally ready for the day the little one arrives. He’s perfectly welcome now, just as long as he doesn’t give up on us. His chance of survival is bright. He’s still inside of me and so far his growing rate has slowed down. I estimate he’ll arrive at roughly 29 weeks, maybe later…Well, I’m hoping.
He’s so special, to me, to my fiancé, to my whole family. I’m bringing a new life, a heartbeat and an extra set of feet into the world. I’m so proud of myself! Pregnancy is hard, but I know for a fact motherhood and raising my baby boy is going to be much harder, and will last much longer. But I guess I’m willing to do it.
With a month to go until my due date, at 36 weeks pregnant, I think I may have entered the final phase of pregnancy.
Here’s what I did yesterday afternoon:
1. Tidied the living room
2. Tidied bedroom
3. Cleaned the bathroom
4. Tidied the kitchen
5. Vacuumed the rooms
6. Dusted and wiped down all units and anywhere that looked dirty
7. Sorted both my wardrobes out
8. Sorted baby’s clothes and things out
9. Went and took the spare car seat back and got a high chair and walker
Basically, you should all know what I’m on about… Yes, I’m in the ‘Nesting stage’. C’mon. This from a woman who just yesterday morning barely had enough energy to brush her teeth and get dressed. Now I am well aware of what this burst of energy could be fueled by — that labor is coming — soon — but I’m not necessarily convinced!!
My body has finally decided to keep me up during the night. I don’t know whether it’s ready for when baby gets here or whether I’m just not comfortable. I’ve got the midwife appointment later so I get to hear the baby’s heartbeat again 🙂
I’m so excited, cannot wait until she’s here. I’ve been signed off work by the doctor for having swollen feet and ankles from being on them all day at work. So, my maternity leave was meant to start on the 6th of April but I’m off now so it’s all about getting things ready…
Anybody else at this stage or nesting??
