Physical: Boy, I majorly underestimated the amount of changes that a body goes through when pregnant. There is so much that goes undiscussed!
Ladies, women have been reproducing since the beginning of time! How could so many things remain a mystery?! Better yet, WHY should they remain a mystery? What? Is? The? Point?!
New development of the week: a couple of skin tags no larger than a teeny grain of sand. I discovered myself picking and picking and picking at something on my neck. When I realized that I couldn’t yank it off with my fingernails, I took a look in the mirror and noticed that whatever it was seemed attached, but was still the color of my skin.
Awesome. I’m gonna look like a grandma.
Strangely enough, try as I might to find these suckers while I’m typing this very post… I don’t know where they went. Maybe they’ve already gone away, but I suspect they’re lurking.
Then there’s just a few tiny red spots randomly here and there. I’m talking tiny, like the size of a small freckle. Only one seems risen.
Spiritual: God is good. I’ve started a few different devotionals this week that have led me to Psalms and Galations and our church has a guest pastor that’s preaching through the book of Jonah. There are two more sermons so go so far. I love taking something that we unintentionally perceive to be a children’s story and discovering so much more meat and application to it.
Emotional: So I don’t know when this started, perhaps a month ago. It happens quite infrequently so it’s easy for me to forget to mention this on Square Piece. But the more I think about it, the more I conclude that it feels like Braxton Hicks contractions for the heart, not the uterus.
But here goes:
Every now and then I’ll see a mother with her son, perhaps age four or so, and this sharp, consuming, loving, aching pain will hit my chest, causing a surge of very romantic, “I want that” sort of emotions. As quickly as I’m blindsided, it subsides and life goes back to normal.
It’s a nice rush though.
Mental: Pregnancy brain moments of the week (which, incidentally, all happened in one day):
- “I’m in my seventh week of pregnancy.” How many times have I said this? A lot. No, it’s the seventh month; but try telling that to my brain.
- My coworker was playing Family Feud on her phone. When she asked me to name some countries in South America, initially I rattled off, “Chili, Ecuador, Brazil…” Then, in my pregnancy brilliance, I declared, “Oh! Madagascar!” I was quite proud of myself until about six hours later when it hit me that Madagascar is a French-speaking country off of Africa. I know this. I KNOW that I know this. For crying out loud, I went an entire year thinking that I wanted to live there some day! What the heck happened to me?!
- Later that day, after the Madagascar incident, I reached into the fridge to grab an apricot that I brought for a snack. Imagine my surprise when I discovered a tomato instead. It looks like I can’t tell the difference between produce anymore. Meal prep should be interesting…