Pregnancy Becomes Me!

I used to be unstoppable.

To my husband's surprise and dismay, even from the time I knew I was pregnant, I wouldn't stay put in our house during weekends. I'd always find reasons to go out. Be it meeting friends, watching a movie, looking for baby things, going to the grocery, or just strolling at the mall. I'd do these activities on top of my weekday work and household chores. Yes, I, too, am a domesticated goddess. I'd cook, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, etc., except wash our clothes (there's Nang Lita) and clean the CR (James does it hehe).

But everything changed since last Saturday when our OB informed us that our baby has already dropped on my pelvic floor. She said that lest we want a premature baby, we have to take things slowly. It was really an eye-opener for me. Up until last Saturday, I haven't really realized that, truly, I haven't changed my lifestyle ever since i got pregnant. I was still the outgoing gal. And I would justify my non-sedentary lifestyle by saying that these were a form of exercise.

As a result, just this past weekend alone, I had to forego going to Metro Ayala to see whether the item I intended to buy was on sale, meet my best friend for dinner because it was her birthday the next day, watch Harry Potter, and have another dinner with another friend. I also had to cancel the photo sessions (maternity series) set up by two of my friends for next week because James is anticipating that it's gonna be a tiring activity. And these were all bilaterally decided by us (hubby and I) while I was resting on our sofa with my feet propped up on two throw pillows while watching Wowowee. Oh, I forgot to mention that my blood pressure raised a notch also, apparently because of the salty food I've been eating lately. Talk about complacency.

While I was lying there and murmuring a prayer to the Almighty, it crossed my mind that this tiny baby I'm carrying right now, who makes his/her presence felt once in awhile with a jolt and a kick here and there, is already creating an impact on our lives even before he/she is born. And even though we may have to make sacrifices, putting our own activities in the backseat momentarily, just thinking about the day that we'll finally meet him/her, healthy and well, makes it all worthwhile.

Thus, even if it meant staying at home in preparation for the long haul, we'd gladly do it. We will remain enslaved to our OB's advices and everything we do will be geared towards carrying this baby full term. So baby, just hang in there, ayt? We’ll see you soon. But hopefully not too soon… :-)