sharing your body with a tiny human

 jacket | jeans | sunnies | shirt | shoes (similar)

finding out i was pregnant was hands down one of the most organically exciting days of my life. it was actually friday the 13th, so how’s that for lucky?! i was never that person who wanted to be pregnant physically, but i knew that my goal of being a mom and having kids of my own would need that to happen in order for me to get my end result. nbd.

i was not expecting sharing my body to be such a weird experience. i was lucky in that i had a relatively comfortable pregnancy, but that first breath where i could actually fill up my lungs after logan was out was AH-MAZING. props to all the mommas out there that share their bodies for basically a year + [if you are nursing!]; it’s a tough job. your body is not your own. every bite of food, every sip of [carbonated] water, every second of sleep [but not on your back!] is done FOR someone else. all while you are expected to maintain the life you already have!

i vividly remember assuming everyone who knew i was pregnant was judging me. every diet coke i had or as i was standing in line at the tanning salon [for a spray tan!], someone was looking at me and judging my choice. not to mention people telling me how small my baby would be, because my bump was not very big! [9 lbs 9oz, thankyouverymuch!]

all this to say, i hope you mamas and moms-to-be know that you are a superhero. not only is growing another human using your own body a feat in and of itself, but functioning while doing so! being pregnant is tough. go easy on all the pregos and mama’s out there, people. they know what’s best for their baby, so don’t tell them what is. [and always ALWAYS tell a pregnant lady she looks fabulous. not big, not small, just fabulous. because she does and is!]