tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598847349065476097.post8044485500987195592..comments2023-07-06T08:14:37.402-07:00Comments on Tiny House: Ultrasound!Jessie Keatinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784155243902573451noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598847349065476097.post-78937444514497138092010-08-03T10:15:56.208-07:002010-08-03T10:15:56.208-07:00There's lots about this post that I relate to....There's lots about this post that I relate to. I'm 30 weeks along with my second (and probably last) baby and I'm trying to enjoy it despite my many discomforts. I feel like when people ask me how I'm doing they really want me to report that I'm either feeling awesome or awesomer, not that my back hurts, my esophagus is in my mouth, and I'm depressed because I have too little energy to play with my toddler. <br /><br />Before my first baby was born I had three miscarriages so I have a tenuous relationship with pregnancy -- it makes me nervous and I'd much rather just fast forward to the day I get to take my baby home. But culturally there seems to be a mandate that pregnancy be a magical time of special bonding with your unborn baby. Sorry to be a contrarian, but I'd much rather just have him in my arms. <br /><br />Sorry for the ramble. There's a lot of stuff I'd like to say that I'm afraid to post on my blog and here's some of it. Long story short, hang in there. You're almost there. And pregnancy is a highly individualized experience and sometimes that individual experience is strained, but that doesn't make it any less valid, special, or loving. I guess I'm talking to both us. :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03851060397493041024noreply@blogger.com