So my baby is growing and kicking his way along- I love the little movements and kicks but could do without the heartburn, funky carpal tunnel, sore back, breathlessness, stretch marks that grow with every month, infamous pregnancy waddle, and fatigue. But its all for a great cause.
I am struggling with the blues and crazy emotions- I have finally realized that I've been taking it out on my husband so now I need to examine my feelings and not direct it at him- the joy of maturity and living the life. I pray for God's guidance.
I am also working on being more positive and not worry about doctor choices, hospitals, labor decisions, etc. I have to trust that God will take care of everything.
So- my baby is around 4 pounds and all seems to be well with every visit- I think he has his daddy's big nose from the ultrasound. I look forward to the next one next week that my husband can attend. I am realizing the reality of my new role of mother to my son more and more- how will I raise him to be a good Muslim man in this world? what will I do when I mess up or don't set the right example? So many things to think of but I will just have to do my best, inshallah
