There's something retrospectively funny about pregnancy. Or having been pregnant. Specifically, with Jane. I was just reading someone's account of how she felt when she felt the first kicks during her pregnancy, and remembering how I felt during those early evenings, when I was about four months pregnant, and lying very very still, waiting to feel the tiny movements in my belly. As the months moved along, those tiny movements became very very big and somewhat painful, of course, and all the while, it was Jane in there. When I couldn't eat chicken or sauce or carbs or sugar, the reason why was because Jane was in there. When I could barely walk and the sciatica was killing me and I had to get up to pee five times a night, it was because Jane was in there. And when I had to go for ultrasounds and non-stress tests and spent every single day of nine months worrying about the little being inside me, it was because Jane was in there.
It's just funny to put a face and a name to the whole experience, that's all.
In other news, and I'm sure it will never happen again now that I'm reporting it, Jane slept through the night last night! She went from 10:30 to 5:30, which is all night in my book! This is huge. I got about 6.5 hours of sleep in a row - that hasn't happened in months! So keep your fingers crossed that it happens again.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
2 comments:
Yay Jane! (I seem to always be cheering for Jane. I need a Team Jane t-shirt.) That's great. Soon, maybe you'll have a whole 8 hours of sleep, gasp! Can you even remember what 8 hours of sleep in a row feels like?
No, because I wasn't even getting 8 hours when I was pregnant (all those bathroom trips!).
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