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Thoughts from the second trimester
There are so many things about pregnancy and motherhood that are magical. We literally make a human being. We spend so much time focused on the romantic fairytale of motherhood, that we…forget? Neglect? Can’t speak openly about the other side of the coin? The side of the coin where you don’t know how you’ll get through the day without vomiting, crying, or falling asleep standing up. The part where you second guess your decision because how could anything be worth feeling like this? The part where you’re certain this is how you will feel forever? The part where you desperately need someone to recognize how courageous you are for sacrificing your body for this blastocyst transforming into an embryo which will hopefully become a fetus?
Just me?
It’s that last one that’s been lingering for me. The courage it takes to walk back into the fire.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and frankly, I’ve been kinda mad about it. Maybe it’s the hormones, maybe it’s that we move out of the city next week and I know I haven’t fully accepted it, maybe it’s because this is something worth being mad about.
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