Ninja Baby

So first of all, let me say this: being pregnant is NO. JOKE. Just wanted to get that out of the way. Shew. I feel better already.

Secondly...hey y'all! As we all know by now when Micha goes through life-events -i.e. losing 50 lbs, getting married, or having a baby - then there just has to be a blog to document the process. Because rarely does anything that happens to me play itself out normally. There are always stories to be told. And y'all seem to enjoy my can't-make-this-stuff-up life, so here we are. Again.

I am just under 4 1/2 months pregnant as of this writing. Baby G has a "birthday" every Saturday and tomorrow it will be 17 weeks old. I am well into the second trimester and actually feeling pretty good for the most part. The first trimester was for reals the hardest thing I have ever went through in my life. I wanted to start this blog much sooner, but I could rarely scrape myself off the floor and get to a computer to do so.

It's probably in y'all's best interest that I didn't blog during that time. Honestly, it would have been a horror story of why we should never have children and should be perfectly content with winning goldfish at county fairs to satisfy our motherly instincts.

Now granted, most of my terrible-awful I brought on myself. I am over-weight. I have Type 2 Diabetes. I am not exactly the poster-child for a healthy pregnancy. I just didn't realize exactly how much my body was going to change and morph and react to growing a tiny human. I had sugar levels going through the roof, I had nervous breakdowns that I was going to put my baby into some type of sugar coma (which I learned wasn't entirely a real thing), I had headaches for days, and the tiredness. OHhhhhh y'all. The tiredness. Have you ever been so sleepy, so incredibly useless, that even raising your hand to your mouth to swallow a bite of soup feels like the final obstacle course in American Ninja Warrior? I am not exaggerating. I would walk from my office door to my car, which is a grand total of 10 yards even when I get the worst parking spot. By the time I reached my car I seriously contemplated taking a nap before putting my car in reverse because I was that exhausted. I slept in the car. I slept on the couch. Sitting up. Laying down. One day, I think I nodded off in the shower!

At the end of the first trimester, just as I was reaching my breaking point with the tiredness, I went in for my ultrasound. This wasn't my first, it was my 3rd or 4th. I have them constantly because I am a high-risk pregnancy, so I go every week. So I was used to the process. Lay down. Put wand on belly. Can't see baby, you're too early. Shove wand up my hoo-ha. There is baby. Wait, where is baby? Oh. There is baby. Wait. That's a baby? Looks like a lima bean. Okay.

But this one, right around 14 weeks, was my 1st trimester ultrasound and it had been a few weeks since I had the full ultrasound done, not just the small portable one my OB does every week. So they put the wand on me (cold!) and I waited to be told they couldn't see the baby. But she didn't say anything. I looked at the screen, and there was this little...baby! It had little hands, and arms, and legs!! It looked like a tiny little doll. But that isn't even what caught my attention. What we saw, was the baby was in fact having a ninja dance party. Jumping, kicking, waving arms, and having the time of it's life! Well, no wonder momma has been falling asleep in the shower! Every nutrient in my body has been going straight to Baby G so it could have the time of its life!

We laughed and cried through that entire ultrasound. I decided never to be bitter about being tired again. Sure, I still have days where I look at my stomach and plead for the energy-sucking tiny human to please take a nap. But I can't ever get that image out of my head of my sweet, Baby Gehring happy and content and completely unaware of this big world outside my belly.

If only I could always and forever protect this baby this much, and keep that happiness in its little heart. It would be worth all the naps in the world.