It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the physical challenges that accompany pregnancy, as I have been on many occasions. Just this morning I awoke screaming (and subsequently woke up my husband) from the pain of the worst leg cramp I have ever endured. And that has been the least uncomfortable thing that has happened to me this week!
Beyond the physical challenges I’ve been fascinated by the physical changes in my body. I’ll be honest, I could do without many of them, such as the oversized areolas and strange hairs on my belly. And if my breast growth had stopped at just one or two cup sizes I’d be a much happier, and less uncomfortable mom-to-be right now. But the one thing I love, and will undoubtedly miss when my pregnancy comes to an end, is my bump.
It goes beyond a mild interest. I have been totally and completely captivated by my baby belly, I can’t keep my hands off it and I’m not shy about sharing my utter enchantment. I’m in love with my bump!
The more it grows, the more I have felt like this is what my body was meant to look like all along. This is what it is supposed to do. I’ve never felt so self-confident or comfortable in my skin as I do now. Even at times in my life when I was checking off all the boxes of what I thought was my physical ideal I wasn’t even scratching the surface of the confidence I have in my body right now.
