My resolution to try to do 'Way Back Wednesday' posts weekly is off to a terrible start. So even though it is Friday, I am home with a sick child and decided it was as good a time as ever to escape into the past (and, perhaps, humiliate myself in the process!)
This was taken at 15 weeks.
One of the great regrets of my pregnancy is that I did not take many tummy pictures. Because we lost our hard drive a couple of years ago, these two grainy scanned pictures are all I have but for a couple of shower pictures from before I entered the hospital.
I am, by nature, modest and body conscious. Spending 8 1/2 weeks on bed rest in the hospital with extremely limited time to spend upright, you can understand how I was feeling a little less than 'my best' and did not exactly want lots of photos to memorialize my beached whale status.
This was taken at 26 weeks. I had been hospitalized for almost 3 weeks at this point and delivered 5.5 weeks later...after gaining a pound and a half a day the last week or so. You can only imagine how much bigger I was at that time!
I really did have a sense of humor about it at the time. I had gained the suggested 36 pounds by 24 weeks of gestation. I knew the 3500 calories a day I was being instructed to eat were beneficial for my growing babies, but it really was not a very attractive time in my life. It did not help that the nurses referred to me as "little big mama" as my 5'2" frame ballooned to 170lbs. They even had a trapeze bar installed over my bed so I could pull myself up if I needed to go to the bathroom. The nursing assistants and I would giggle each morning as I pulled up and rolled out of bed for my daily weigh in and 5 minutes of allotted shower time. Imagine my surprise when that 70 lbs I gained only translated into 8.5 lbs of babies!
I really did love being pregnant despite the challenges. I get sad thinking that I will never get to experience that feeling again. I loved having my babies with me all the time and constantly had my hands on my tummy. It sounds silly now, but I always felt like I had a little secret in there--lives that were a mystery to me, yet were so intricately linked to mine. Pregnancy is a miracle isn't it?
It never really occurred to me that it was the only time I would get to experience pregnancy. We had decided in advance not to have a tubal during my C-section and really hoped to be able to conceive again without assistance. God had other plans--and I am truly at peace with that. But I do regret not having more pictures.
There goes that pride, always leading me to silly decisions!