Anticipation is simple not strong enough a word to express what has developed over the course of the pregnancy. My husband and I have traveled through so many stages and phases it’s hard to believe we are the same two people who stared wide-eyed at those two pink lines and then hugged as I whispered, “Holy crap.” Amidst all the changes OUTSIDE of expecting a baby (leaving my job, moving cross country, returning to school full time, and my husband beginning a new job) we have had to do a great, great deal of adjusting, evaluating, and slow, deep breathing! I have been a yo-yo of emotion, fear, irritation, and excitement trying to find my new role as a dependant, a student, a member of a new, very different community, and expectant mother. The transformation (both physically and emotionally) has been probably the greatest surprise of all. From day one until today I have graduated through phases of disbelief, regret, and submission to absolute joy, elation, and awe.
I remember in July at just 11 weeks pregnant when I told all my siblings (we had gathered for July 4th) and how I felt fat and bloated while we cruised around Charleston on a friend’s boat. I remember in October when I took early maternity photos for our anniversary and how I couldn’t IMAGINE how I could get any bigger! I remember in late November when we had our actual maternity shoot how amazed I was at the growth that has occurred over five short weeks. I remember the first flutters (that didn’t seem like flutters at all – more like full-fledged assault) in May and the gradual progression to an unbelievable array of rolling, poking, stretching, jell-o shaking. Sometimes I catch my husband watching me put lotion on my belly (as I do every night before bed) and when I ask him what he’s looking at, he just shakes his head in disbelief at the transformation that has occurred.
Being far from friends and family I am saddened that they have missed most of the growth. I send videos of my belly and the baby rolling around, I’ve sent maternity photos, and I’ve taken a weekly photo since my 23rd week. We have had a few visits from friends and family and I can only imagine their shock after having not seen me since pre-pregnancy or since the earlier stages. My mom can’t keep her hands off of me and my mother and father in law give me what I call a “Buddha belly rub” every time they see me. My younger brother (who is in Cambodia with the Peace Corps) jokes that he’s glad he doesn’t have to see me “all gross and lopsided” but I was able to show him my belly at about 33 weeks during a skype chat. Even his host family in Cambodia is following my progress. This will be the first grandchild in my immediate family and a first grandchild for my husband’s mother so everyone is poised with almost paralyzing excitement and anticipation.
Along with comments and surprise at my physical growth, jokes and guesses fly endlessly as to how big or small she’ll be, whether she’ll look like me or look like my husband, whether she’ll be quiet and sweet or an absolute terror. Everyone has taken a stab at nicknames and some have even taken a shot at RE-naming her. I need to start a list of all the guesses, predictions, names and nicknames offered as suggestions or demands so we can have a good laugh once we get to meet her for ourselves!
You can read more of Allison’s Birth Journey by…
…turning back to read more about what she is doing to prepare for this birth… Preparations
…reading the next page, how she feels as labor draws near… Almost There







