First Trimester Report
The past thirteen weeks have been the most humbling weeks of my life. I assume that the humbling has just begun, because you see... I am carrying a life. A life completely different from me. A life full of unique possibilities and although it may share half of my DNA it has a unique voice that I cannot speak to.
We are calling 'it' Roo while we wait for the big ultrasound appointment coming up in about a month or so. Names have been picked out but wait for delivery day to get used and for now Roo, because of Kangaroos ... and if anyone knows Winnie the Pooh, I need not explain.
Considering myself to be 'A Maker' this is about as 'Maker' as one can get. This growing belly, heart beat inside of me, and purging my stomach of foods and smells I cannot stand. This is the ultimate making. I am a factory for life, dreams, hopes and personality.
This hasn't been easy, this morning sickness thing. We mamas brave the storm of life and vomit in all sorts of places. Cars, parking lots, garbage cans, toilets...other peoples toilets... we do what we can to stay hydrated and fed, but the truth is, it is the ultimate test.
Can you take care of your child's mother the way she deserves?
It would be so easy to skip the water and the meals... trust me,.... when you are vomiting daily...the concept of meals becomes a chore and for a fooide like me, well, utterly disappointing.
I have felt a little less than.
Sure, I get it, the hormones do that. But the 'doer' and the 'maker' of me is yelling daily. "Get up! GO! Do it all! Dance, write, sing, party, don't be slaking!"
I let it slip out a time or too.
"I am not making anything of worth right now!"
A woman or two scowl in reply.
"You are making a human being of major worth right now!"
And I slump back and realize that the purging of my stomach and the whole shift of my life is for the health and goodness for a tiny soul inside, and for me as well. Because becoming a mama isn't a sentence for an artist. It's a blessing.
A child's eyes have the wonder every writer, painter, dancer, singer, musician needs and I will be drenched in it. However this tiny life comes out, I will see life new and different because of it, and that will only make me better for it.
So I guess the morning routine of pee, vomit-in-garbage-can , and husband passes breakfast to slowly digest, is all worth it, and truly... how amazing is this growing belly?