More Pickles, Please!

So this is pregnancy, huh? I’m a tad bit confused. I mean, really, do I have to smell EVERYTHING? Do I have to be starving yet NOTHING sounds yummy except for pickles? Do I have to be sick with a mild fever but it suddenly turns into a runny and stuffy nose, stomach virus and acute tonsillitis? REALLY?

Well, not that I’m complaining because trust me, I’m NOT!

I enjoy this, I think. Granted it’s only been 7 weeks, as of today! Ya for me and baby.. I just can’t believe this is “Normal”.

As a wanna be doula — you can check out the story, I live for this. I absolutely LOVE pregnant women: their glow, their bellies, their ability to let go and let God. Because that’s exactly what pregnancy is — you HAVE to let go and let God completely take it from here!

I wasn’t really expecting this, but I did sign up for this. After all I am of the X chromosome genome so this is my “job” isn’t it?

I know some women would beg to differ, but the way I see it, if I weren’t put on this earth to procreate, I would’ve simply reincarnated with a phallus!! Or maybe some A-sexual sort of creature.

I’m not sure if I was fortunate enough to experience motherhood in previous lifetimes, but something tells me that I was — I’m intuitive, nurturing, I love children. But this go-round I wasn’t certain if I’d get to experience this phenomena.

In my teens I ranted about not wanting children. I boasted about how alien-like pregnancy seemed; all in an effort to disguise my desire to be one with the alien nation. There was nothing anyone could say to make me think it was gonna happen to me.

Well that was several years ago and Thank God people grow up!

Now that I’m an older, more mature, somewhat wiser 27-year-old kid I feel ready for this challenge. I’ve been a vegetarian for over 5 years (and I’m going raw eventually), I started exercising almost daily two years ago (but gave it up due to relocation after relocation after relocation after… you get the hint), I have money in savings (not thousands but getting there!) and I’m finally solidifying long-term career goals (or at least the general direction).

So all-in-all, I’d say I’M READY! Right?

WRONG!

No one’s really ever ready. Not unless their multi-million dollar heiresses and even then no one could possibly fathom parenthood unless they just were extremely empathic.

But I’m not worried, I’m preparing. And my Lover isn’t worried, he’s go-getting.

With 220 something days ahead of pure pregnancy bliss I can only take it one day at a time and pray for the best and do what I know is best. Because this is gonna be quite the journey!