A Pregnancy Journey…By the Numbers
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What started out as an attempt to document my pregnancy on our balcony each week turned into a fun menagerie of places Eric photographed my growing bump. I’m using Blurb to turn the pictures into a 40-week pregnancy book and have a journal entry to accompany each one. Note there are no balcony pictures in the above collage, but there are 2 pictures taken out of state, 1 in a restaurant, 1 at each of Emily’s grandparents houses, 3 in her nursery, 3 taken on national holidays and 1 with a homemade baked treat, of course.
Our little bun in the oven attended 2 weddings, went to IKEA at least 6 times, accompanied me on 4 interviews for feature articles (including the one pictured below in which the interviewee gave me “wings for little Emily”), drank about 150 cups of decaf tea, ate countless bagels and English muffins, kicked me furiously during 3 presidential debates (and stayed up to 12 a.m. to watch the election results and speeches), was there for the birth of her 1st cousin, ate 2 turkeys (and helped me make the most of the holiday-eating season), played with 5 family dogs and 2 orange cats (and kept her big brother Garfield company during his 4.5-month tibia recovery), went swimming maybe a dozen times this summer, walked almost every day (going as far as 2.5 miles many days), ate out A LOT, helped me kick off a new decade, and encouraged us to take on about 50 house-related projects (that last one may be a stretch, but needless to say we’ve been quite busy).
In short, it’s been a year (well, 3/4 of a year anyway). It amazes me how nothing has changed and yet everything has changed at the same time. I’ve relished being pregnant every single day and–truth be told–I’m going to miss it.
But as much fun as it’s been growing this precious baby girl inside, I’m sure it’s going to be 100 times more fun interacting with her in the world. I can’t wait for the days, weeks, months and years we have ahead of us. Even if there are 5,000 dirty diapers and who-knows-how-many sleepless nights in our immediate future.
I’m ready to be a mom … I’m ready to meet our sweet little Emily.
P.S. Eric’s co-workers are throwing him a “Doughnuts with Dad” party this morning. Isn’t that the cutest idea?!