Chances are that I should back up just a few months. Not only has my blogging slipped, but life has been moving pretty quickly for a number of weeks...er...months. In the past 60 days, I've traveled to see family twice, jetted to London for a quick business trip and toured the southern coast of Ireland for ten days (blog to follow...). Those things were all planned. What wasn't planned, you ask? Finding out that I'm 15.5 weeks pregnant along the way!
WOAH. Major news.
On December 8th, Joe and I visited the doctor with the strong indication that we were on the path from a carefree twosome to family of three. We were glassed over, quiet and, in all honesty, fearful. It was just days prior that we were patting ourselves on the back for continually paying rent and bills on time. And now someone was about to change our level of responsibility completely. The entire staff at Drexel was amazing, making accommodations to get us back in to see the doctor for an ultrasound on the same day since I was traveling to London at the end of the week. For me, this is where so much changed. For most, the first ultrasound is a small bean or a best a vague shape with a heartbeat. Since we were MUCH further along than even the doctors had expected, our first look at Baby Lynch was of arms and legs and little baby belly. It suddenly became very real. We had created a little life that was soon going to change our worlds forever. Joe and I stared in awe at this little person, speechless. Questions?! Plenty, but I couldn't think of even one at that point. We walked home in near silence, except for an agreement to get pizza for dinner. Over pizza...and a bit of whiskey for Joe...we both acknowledged a peacefulness that had settled over us. Sure, we were still a bit glazed over and still stunned by the recent confirmation, but it was as if we both knew that this is the way it was meant to be. To date, we both await the panic and frenzy that I would have expected on that day though it has yet to arrive.
Don't think that I haven't found moments of panic, however. Oh no, it's not all cool and collected over here. There is a small breakdown every morning around 7AM. Yep, when I'm trying to find something suitable to cover my ever-changing body. As an athlete who has long been self conscious of body image, I've struggled with even the natural weight gain that comes along with pregnancy. "Be proud, it's your baby growing" people say. I say, "bullsh!t". You find me a woman who loves gaining weight and I'll entertain the conversation. Alas, it's a part of the process. I'm settling into the pieces of clothing that accommodate constantly growing Baby Lynch, and to celebrate my 21st week of pregnancy, I purchased a pair of maternity jeans. Well...kind of.... The bestie convinced me to try them on, to which I obliged reluctantly. There was a moment where it felt shameful to be investing in denim with no zipper, but the shame does disappear when you realize just how comfortable they are!! There is a reason that leggings have skyrocketed in popularity, after all. I wore my jeans for the first time today, and felt pretty good in them. I am thrilled that my baby is healthy and growing on schedule and am starting to embrace the changes that are coming along.
19 weeks to go... Let's hope that the salesgirl's promise for the jeans to "grow with you" is actually true. I'm not sure if I can stomach outgrowing my maternity jeans!!
On December 8th, Joe and I visited the doctor with the strong indication that we were on the path from a carefree twosome to family of three. We were glassed over, quiet and, in all honesty, fearful. It was just days prior that we were patting ourselves on the back for continually paying rent and bills on time. And now someone was about to change our level of responsibility completely. The entire staff at Drexel was amazing, making accommodations to get us back in to see the doctor for an ultrasound on the same day since I was traveling to London at the end of the week. For me, this is where so much changed. For most, the first ultrasound is a small bean or a best a vague shape with a heartbeat. Since we were MUCH further along than even the doctors had expected, our first look at Baby Lynch was of arms and legs and little baby belly. It suddenly became very real. We had created a little life that was soon going to change our worlds forever. Joe and I stared in awe at this little person, speechless. Questions?! Plenty, but I couldn't think of even one at that point. We walked home in near silence, except for an agreement to get pizza for dinner. Over pizza...and a bit of whiskey for Joe...we both acknowledged a peacefulness that had settled over us. Sure, we were still a bit glazed over and still stunned by the recent confirmation, but it was as if we both knew that this is the way it was meant to be. To date, we both await the panic and frenzy that I would have expected on that day though it has yet to arrive.
Don't think that I haven't found moments of panic, however. Oh no, it's not all cool and collected over here. There is a small breakdown every morning around 7AM. Yep, when I'm trying to find something suitable to cover my ever-changing body. As an athlete who has long been self conscious of body image, I've struggled with even the natural weight gain that comes along with pregnancy. "Be proud, it's your baby growing" people say. I say, "bullsh!t". You find me a woman who loves gaining weight and I'll entertain the conversation. Alas, it's a part of the process. I'm settling into the pieces of clothing that accommodate constantly growing Baby Lynch, and to celebrate my 21st week of pregnancy, I purchased a pair of maternity jeans. Well...kind of.... The bestie convinced me to try them on, to which I obliged reluctantly. There was a moment where it felt shameful to be investing in denim with no zipper, but the shame does disappear when you realize just how comfortable they are!! There is a reason that leggings have skyrocketed in popularity, after all. I wore my jeans for the first time today, and felt pretty good in them. I am thrilled that my baby is healthy and growing on schedule and am starting to embrace the changes that are coming along.
19 weeks to go... Let's hope that the salesgirl's promise for the jeans to "grow with you" is actually true. I'm not sure if I can stomach outgrowing my maternity jeans!!
