Aura photo by Radiant Human
Well here I am, 7 months pregnant, finally sharing the news here that in August we will be a family of 5! (Dog babies totally count.) It is crazy how quickly these months have flown. Back in December, I couldn’t imagine how to possibly manage an entire 9 months — every day felt eternally long. In that first trimester I was shocked at how little energy was available, and going to bed early, sleeping late, working a few hours and then dragging myself to the couch for a HGTV/ Food Network/ Travel Channel binge sesh was pretty much all I could manage. But other than about 48 hours of feeling truly ill around 6 weeks, I’m grateful to share that it’s been a super easy pregnancy.
The second trimester brought an insane rush of creative energy and I’ve been working around the clock on some personal projects that have been on the back burner for years now. As I write this, it’s striking me how wild it is for the gestational period for growing an entire human is a somewhat predictable 40-ish weeks, whereas these other pieces of ourselves we are moved and driven to put out in the world can take so long to birth… how does that make any sense?
In these months it really struck me how precious time is as I’ve been attempting to “get everything done” before daily responsibilities totally change. Not just hours and days, but protecting the mental, emotional and energetic bandwidth we each have to offer. What is most supportive to our higher purpose here on earth? Where are we getting bogged down? Who and what nourishes us most? What is distracting us from the present? Call it hormones or Saturn Return, but I woke up one day compelled to clear the clutter. I took stock of personal relationships and client responsibilities, reevaluating boundaries and roles that I’d accepted as part of “being me”. Making changes wasn’t always comfortable, but it’s remarkable how much goodness flooded in once I made room for it.
Now just beginning the 3rd trimester, I’ve been craving spicy foods and tropical fruits, relishing long baths and hilly walks to the dog park with a newfound love of podcasts. Socks are impossible to put on myself. Killer calf cramps wake me most nights, and this little one is bumpin all around. I feel gigantic and beautiful. Exhausted yet more motivated than ever before. I would like a rope attached to the ceiling to help me get up in the morning. There have been fits of hysterical laughter turned into a flood of tears turned into instant bedtime. It’s a wild ride my friends.
This last week we celebrated our first wedding anniversary and my 30th birthday while on our babymoon in Sayulita, Mexico. (#30babyversary on instagram!) I’ve been waiting to become a mom my entire life, and now that it’s actually happening, I’ve felt almost guilty that this pregnancy has been swept along with so much else. We’ve chosen not to know if it’s a boy or a girl and have a handful of names we like for each but are waiting to choose one for sure until we meet our babe. Our place is small and the idea of accumulating a bunch of stuff makes me feel totally claustrophobic, so we’ll get the essentials soon but nothing yet. With just a few months left to go, I am really looking forward to quieting down, staying closer to home and doing that thing called “nesting”. We are so excited for the surprise of who this little one is, and can’t wait to adventure, share, and grow with them. Let the countdown begin!