It feels like I’ve reached this place in pregnancy where it’s too early yet for me to feel any movement but the early symptoms and novelty of it all have faded, so I kind of have to keep reminding myself “oh yeah, I’m pregnant,” since I can go for several hours and it’s just not in the forefront of my mind. Carrying for someone else is obviously very different than when it’s your own child you’re expecting. I’m still excited, but it’s just like being excited when you find out your friend is having a baby. You’re super happy for them and hope you may get a couple cuddles in and watch baby’s milestones on social media but I’m not using this time playing around with different name combinations nor planning out homecoming outfits and wondering if I’m going to need to buy any new baby equipment. Nope! I get to skip all that part this time. However, it’s not like I’m completely disinvested–staying attached yet separate is…difficult to put into words. Somehow it all works out.
Seems fitting that we’ve hit the ‘awkward pregnancy stage’ when the weeks roll into the teens.
Something that I do have to think about everyday but haven’t spoken about much on here is being Mom to a child with a chronic autoimmune disorder. It sucks. Managing diabetes is a 24/7 job. There are no breaks. Watching numbers rise and fall, puncturing my child’s porcelain white skin 4-6 times a day with shots. I would do anything to take this disease away from her. I get upset whenever a damn commercial for Viagra comes on TV and I think, “seriously? Companies are spending millions of dollars on advertising boner pills and my kid still has diabetes? WTF are the priorities in this country?” Ugh.
My daughter had the chance to be featured in a photo series called “Heroes of Type 1” so I went out with her for a fun overnight Mommy-Daughter adventure where we took a nice walk around a Chinese Friendship Garden the next day before going home. Here are some pics from our little getaway last week. Skipping a bump photo this week as that would require putting on pants and that ain’t happenin right now!! Much like an elevator riding to the top of the baby penthouse suite, Floor 40, we shall skip the 13th XD