I just have one: THANK THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY IT IS OVER!
Who am I kidding? I'm a woman and a writer so I actually have many, many thoughts on the past 13 weeks.
Today is officially the last day of my first trimester with Bambino, our affectionate nickname for Baby #2. We were supposed to take a trip to Italy during this pregnancy, but switched it Hawaii because I'm not going to Italy without drinking wine and I would prefer fully functioning, unswollen feet with which to explore. But Bambino stuck even after Italy got chucked out the window for a happy day sometime in our thirties.
Today also happens to be the day after Tim finished his semester. He lives his life on semesters these days, and me trimesters. I think it is a happy gift from God that these two milestones coincide today. God cares for our sanity.
Some thoughts in no particular order:
I can do hard things, mostly, no solely because of Jesus.
I wish I lived closer to my family.
I can say no.
My husband and my children are the most sacred gifts in my life.
It's okay to take care of myself so I can take care of my family. I can take a nap when Titus does. I can call a babysitter when I need to go to the doctor or go out with Tim. I can take Titus to the Y during childcare hours so I can workout. I can go out with my girlfriends for dinner. I am allowed to go to bed early .
The laundry can always wait until tomorrow, unless I consider wearing the underwear inside out, then I should probably do it today.
I want a Panera smoothie right now and always, mango or power greens. Either will do. And some Smashburger rosemary fries thank you very much.
I can take my Fitbit off and give myself a break when everything is hurting and exhausted. I can put the scale away. Healthy pregnancy means listening and being kind to my body.
I can, as my gal pals say, "Feel all the feels."
Writing, in blog, in letter, in prayer is always a better alternative to worrying.
Waiting for my child's heartbeat will always be terrifying. Hearing my child's heartbeat? Unequivocally joyous.
I wish I didn't know what a double horned uterus or a friable cervix meant. But now that I do, I find them both the best lemon material for my first trimester lemonade: laughter.
Thank you Jesus for sweet Bambino!