This week was pretty boring, in the baby department anyway. Because let’s be honest most days at my job are anything but boring. However, this week did bring along one pregnancy milestone I knew was bound to happen, my feet disappeared. I still don’t “feel” pregnant most days, I will walk past full length mirrors and just think I am chubbier than before. So all these milestones I continue to surpass I am honestly thankful for. I am embracing each step of this journey, now more so than ever, with a grateful heart. I often wonder if I get to excited with each step of this, but I clearly don’t care if that is the case. Sure I was the woman who shut the world out of my life for the first part of this journey. I cried most everyday at the thought of raising a baby alone. For years I cried because a baby, with my then husband, was all I wanted. And now here it is minus the husband part, and yet I was still crying tears of sorrow. Thankfully with time and the joy from my friends and family I was finally joyful as well. Sure this isn’t how I had planned things, but when in all my thirty one years of life did something go as planned. Sure this is still just as scary as before, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. There is joy to be seen and felt in each step of this journey. And that is where my focus lies. I can not change things, I can only do the best with what I have.
I am not sure how many other pregnant women rejoiced at the loss sighting of their feet but I did. This boy is around 3 pounds now and is still growing. So when the stretch marks and even bigger tummy comes, again I shall rejoice. That finally God answered my prayers and showed me my body is indeed not broken.