Maybe it is because there are no indications that anything is wrong, so now I am fighting hope. Maybe it is because the days drag by and I feel like I have been pregnant for two years instead of two weeks.
Pregnancy is a continuum of habits. Prenatal vitamins, less caffeine, no alcohol, no pasteurized cheese. Eating healthier, sleeping worse, swelling, walking, and prenatal visits.
As I took a break, lying in savasana, the instructor said that she’d had a bad day in the hot room recently, and cried throughout the practice, and that’s ok. That did it for me.
I try to take immaculate care of myself while pregnant. I eat even healthier than normal. I take all of the vitamins and follow all of the rules. But in the end, it didn’t matter.
“Be mindful of your self-talk. It’s a conversation with the universe.” -David James Lees The past few months, I have been unapologetically focused on myself. I have spent the better part of the time since September in various states of sadness, anxiety, and anger….