25 Weeks and Counting!

Well, I am 25 weeks pregnant today, and already ready to be done!  Not that this has been a difficult or challenging pregnancy.  Not that I am suffering from morning sickness or in a great deal of pain (aside from the occasional back pains).  And not that I am even swelling or overly huge.

I just hate being pregnant. 

That's right, I said it.  I hate being pregnant.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the joy that comes with knowing that a wonderfully perfect child that God created is steadily growing inside of me.  And I LOVE every single movement and kick and flip and roll that I feel.  But I hate the actual being pregnant part.

I hate that I am constantly adding to the pile of clothes that no longer fit. 

I hate that my skin is never clear no matter what combination of skincare products I try.

I hate that pretty much all food upsets my stomach.

I hate that it takes a good 4-5 months before I have a clearly defined "baby bump," and no longer look like I just gained some weird weight in weird places.

I hate that everyone and their brother feels the need to touch my stomach.

I hate that I never feel caught up on my sleep.

I hate that strange things, like how cute my cat looks sleeping, or an episode of The Office, make me cry.  

I hate that I can't walk anywhere for more than 30 minutes without having pain in muscles I didn't even know I had.

And I hate the number I see when I step on the scale and the fact that there is nothing I can do about it until this sweet little boy is out of me. 

But, I love the fact that God has yet again blessed us with a healthy, growing child.  And I love the knowledge that God trusts us enough to raise him.  And I especially love the moment when a brand new little person enters this world, is placed in my arms, and looks up at me for the first time.  In that single moment, I forget everything I went though during pregnancy, forget the pain and frustrations I felt during labor, and know without a doubt that I would do it all over again to experience the indescribable joy of that moment just one more time.    

So for now, I have 15 weeks until my due date.  But maybe he'll come a little early.  I'll just pray to that end!