Even for those who wanted and waited for pregnancy, the knowledge that a child will soon appear – changes life and self-consciousness. I’ll tell you about what stages I went through. Yes, those who waited for a long time and planned a child will not judge me, but when I learned about my pregnancy, I was not ready for it.
Before the wedding, we were acquainted with my future husband for only half a year, and I wanted to enjoy my first year for the first time. I was still a kid myself. I was 22 years old, I wanted to go everywhere and show off, learning for myself the new status of a young wife.
But it was not there that, somehow tidying up at her husband’s desk, I saw one of his stickers among his stickers, with plans for the coming year. Among the plans for income, travel and personal development was the point of having a baby … I was a little surprised. I find out about such plans by chance, from the notes on a piece of paper))
And so, without going into details, after some time I began to annoy everything, I did not want to get out of bed, I did not want to eat or go anywhere, I did not even want to move a finger, I had complete apathy to everything and everyone. The smell of coffee that I always adored began to annoy me.
And here we are suspicious and not well. We bought a test at a pharmacy, although my husband was already sure that I was pregnant. I did the test in the morning. Saw 2 strips. I was scared … How? So fast? How I will raise a child, I do not know anything about it. To me, in general, children themselves were never interesting.
In general, I had a quiet shock. She told her husband – he was delighted, of course, the plan was put into action …
Can not see the belly
I continued to go to work and every day I spent there, I realized that it was absolutely not mine. I was annoyed by everything, and the smell in the rooms, and the people and the road to work. I was constantly freezing, although there was a 30-degree heat outside, I went in a long-sleeved sweater and pants.
Cooking became a punishment for me, all these smells drove me out of myself, I cooked by force, without trying anything, the food was not tasty. I remember how I threw out a whole pot of meatballs, because no one began to eat them.
I had absolutely no awareness of myself as a mother, the bearer of the new man. Nevertheless, I registered on the forums of mothers and began to read information about pregnancy and childbirth, to watch how the fetus develops. I regularly took tests and visited a doctor.
At first I was afraid that there would be something wrong with the child. Until then, until I went to the first ultrasound. There they showed me my baby, he had a head the size of a belly, big eyes, but the arms and legs were already clearly visible. One hand was raised in greeting. I heard his heartbeat.
It was this ultrasound that became the moment when I finally realized that I was not alone now, that a completely different life was living inside me. The future new person who will be with us, which will need to be taken care of. And I burst into tears. I had an urgent need to see the baby sooner.
Second trimester is the best
As time went on, the belly grew, the child was already jostling in the mornings, revived after drinking hot chocolate. I listened to classical music, ate healthy food, except for acute attacks to eat something very harmful. It was Big Tasty from McDonald’s and chips …
My attempts to do gymnastics for pregnant women lasted for exactly 3 minutes, until I darkened my eyes and I almost fainted)) Therefore, all my simple physical exertion consisted in walking …
With a noticeable belly, of course, you already feel more pregnant, waiting for responsiveness from those around you. But do not flatter yourself, rarely anyone gave way to transport. And these people caused a special offense.
After 26 weeks, the abdomen began to grow like yeast, and with it the fear of childbirth. Together with the abdomen and the rest of the body grew, as I wanted to eat all the time. The closer to the cherished birth date, the greater the discomfort. I was very tired. It was hard to dress and put on shoes.
But there was also a pleasant side; one could go shopping for children’s things and consider tiny vests, sliders and overalls. It gave a very pleasant feeling. The desire to see the baby more and more grew and grew. It seemed that all films showed pregnant women, childbirth and babies.
On ultrasound at 30 weeks, I learned that I have a boy sitting there. In general, my husband and I wanted a boy. And very happy. But there was one problem: the child was sitting on the priest, and if up to 37 weeks it was possible not to worry about it, hoping that he would turn over today or tomorrow, then it was already scary at week 36.
I did gymnastics, which is shown when the fetus is in the wrong position, and was almost desperate when, on the sixth day of my efforts, I simply asked my husband to talk to the baby. We lay, my husband stroked my belly and persuaded our son to roll over his head. I understand that many will not believe me, but at that very moment my belly began to boil and shake and I stopped to grope for the baby’s head under my ribs, as it was before.
I could not believe my happiness, I was impatient to get to the doctor to be confirmed that the child really turned upside down. And what was my joy when I realized that now I have to quietly wait for the birth.
The longer the term, the greater the love for the baby. Women are more fortunate than men, they can feel their child long before his birth. This is a special feeling and awareness of yourself as a repository of new life. As a creature capable of giving the most precious thing that can be – life.