- and like the pregnancy is never going to be over
Now, I know the reality of it is:
- that I'm really not that big yet (people remark on this all the time. I have a long torso and fairly tight abdominals-- thank-you Pilates and kickboxing-- so I don't seem to show as much as the next person, despite the large size of my babies at birth).
- that I haven't gained an excessive amount of weight (26 weeks into the pregnancy and I'm up 17 lbs)
- and that the pregnancy will be over...
But my pregnant brain, pregnant hormones, and pregnant hips (oh how bad they ache as the "elastin" sinks in and loosens them up) tell me otherwise. So despite meditating on self control and praying for that attribute in myself and my children during my devotions this afternoon, I still lost it and had a good cry.
And, well, I can't say I'm sorry. It felt good. It was relieving. And now, as I sit here and type I feel the baby moving and squirming within me and think, "he's worth every moment of these 9 months!!"