Coming up Roses

There have been quite a few differences so far between my pregnancies with Everett and Beatrice. E was busy, busy, busy and I felt him move constantly. He sat right out front and I only got that pregnant face in the last weeks from about mid-July to when he was born in early September. I wanted to wear earth tones, eat watermelon, and make jewelry. I felt great, until of course the very end when I just felt HUGE and ready. I was to put it delicately, very romantic, and had lots of energy.

My baby girl is quiet. She assures me of her presence, but not in the constant manner of her still busy brother. When I do feel her move, she is quite delicate and while I know she is tiny, it feels more like a kitten than a boisterous puppy. I feel enormous and have felt huge for weeks. I am carrying her much differently and nothing seems to quite fit. And to make things more interesting, my face, neck and arms look pregnant. You know, full or broad--not quite like me? Food is iffy--still. Something will sound appetizing and minutes later it is completely unappealing. Every morning I wake up with the distinct and sudden urge to throw up, if I stay in one position it passes eventually. I am tired and sore and have contractions all the time. Never in my life except perhaps as a very young girl have I liked the color pink, yet, now I am attracted to it not only for baby clothes but for me as well. I have thrifted two pale pink sweaters, a hot pink sweater, and a rose pink dress in the last month! I worry about this little girl, but at the same time have a peace that is overwhelming and lovely.

Hmmm. It is funny to compare these experiences. I suppose it is God's gentle reminder that this little one is a unique and special gift. It also helps me to cherish my energetic, bouncy, boy because it showcases how one-of-a-kind he is too. I feel so very blessed. And I am so thankful for the opportunity I have, I certainly haven't done anything to deserve it.