In the last four weeks since the previous blog, what I’ve noticed most is that my pregnancy symptoms seem to be amping up a bit. Still minor overall, but here’s an example: At 22 weeks pregnant, my emotions bubbled up. I found myself suddenly crying three different times out of nowhere, including right in the middle of my first HypnoBirthing class. Talk about unexpected. Up to then, my emotions had stayed pretty true to my personality, which is even-keeled most of the time.
About halfway through the 3-hour class, the instructor asked everyone in the room to share who they planned to have in the birthing room with them. I was completely fine—right up until it was my turn to speak. I said that, of course, James (Finn’s dad) would be there, but also my sister Melanie and my 6 year-old niece Olivia would be there, visiting all the way from Virginia. That’s when I lost it.
I was there for Olivia’s birth in 2007, which was made even more special because we were never sure Melanie would be able to have a baby, due to a congenital heart defect. The pregnancy was considered high risk even though she was only 30 years old, but thankfully everything turned out just fine. Olivia came a couple of weeks early and was a tiny pea pod baby—only 4 pounds 2 ounces—but they let us take her home just two days later and she has thrived ever since.
When it came to me, the older sister (I’m 7 years older than Melanie), we weren’t sure I’d ever have a baby, at first, simply because it took me a really long time to find a good guy to have one with. Then, it took a little over a year of trying, then not trying, for it to finally happen. Now that it is, indeed, happening and coming closer every day, the realization that Melanie and Olivia will both get to share the most special time in my life with me is joyously overwhelming. I just didn’t think it would hit me like it did, in the middle of my first birth class.
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