Dear me, in my 9th month of pregnancy,
Well here we are again. For the 3rd time in your life you have entered your 9th month of pregnancy and let’s face it, this shit sucks. Stop acting so surprised already. You’ve been here before. Uncomfortable. In pain. Growing exponentially. Hungry. Exhausted. Oh my god are you exhausted. Just the other day you fell asleep at a stop light, and again on the chair in the library while your first and second born fought over the ISPY books. Hang in there. You knew what to expect. Didn’t you? You’ve been here before. Or did you forget?
Did you forget how you would wake up every hour just to change which side you were lying on. Left, right, no left. Only it took so long to actually roll your body over that after the 10 minute production was finished you would be wide awake for another 45 minutes.
Did you forget how each day you would look in the mirror at your once flat stomach and see that shockingly you were even bigger then the day before. When you didn’t think it was even possible for your skin to stretch any further.
Did you forget how each morning you would look down to find a new stretch mark or varicose vein? Or how one day you would take off your bra and think “whose freaking boobs are these?!?”
Maybe you forgot how fast things would change. How the pants that fit you on Tuesday would mock you from a crumpled heap in the corner on Thursday.
Or did you forget how heavy it was to carry a watermelon around every second of every day. How you would be dead tired but couldn’t sit on the couch because you wouldn’t be able to pull your ass out of the cushions.
Did you forget how hard it was to try to steer your car? No u-turns until you give birth. Got it? There is simply NO room for you to turn the wheel that much in a safe manner.
You obviously forgot.
But you’re remembering now. As you fight back tears every time you take a shower. Because every single part of your body hurts. How you catch a glimpse of yourself in a store window and can’t even fathom how your body will ever return to normal.
But do you know what you’re really forgetting? You’re forgetting the miracle. You’re forgetting is how lucky you are to be here right now. In your ninth month. Miserable and all. I know it’s hard to see the beauty of the situation from behind the 10 layer chocolate cake you are devouring but trust me.
This is so good.
Every ache, pain and stretch mark is worth it. And it won’t last forever.
So you have to stop. You have to stop thinking you’re not beautiful. You have to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You have to stop bursting into tears because you took a recount of your stretch marks and welcomed 5 new friends to the family. Just stop. Stop feeling attacked when people comment on how big you are. Stop feeling offended when people are shocked that you are literally not going to give birth in the line at TJ Maxx because you are seriously just that gigantic. I’m looking at you cashier #5.
Just stop.
And while your at it take a deep breath. If that’s even possible at this point. Breathing at all in your 9th month is a struggle. Or at least trying to breathe without sounding like a water buffalo is.
You are at the end. The final countdown. Your body worked hard for so many months to get you to this moment.
The bottom line is don’t be so hard on yourself. Chances are you wont bounce back. I’m just being honest. And that’s o.k. You’ll get there in time. Slowly but surely your body will readjust. Heal. Return to its normal state. Or maybe it will be a new normal. Either way, you will forget all about the 9th month misery. Heck, maybe you’ll even miss it. But I’ll promise you one thing. You will be beautiful. Every step of the way.
XO, Danielle
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