Week 20... Almost.
I’m actually 19 weeks along this week, which means that my little one is also halfway to their grand entrance earthside. Their little body is shaping up more and more like the final version and their bones are beginning to push up against my belly in the most spectacular way possible.Â
But today I’m crabby. I’m cranky and short tempered and really crave silence and space. I want to really badly retract to my shell, play some meditative sounds and really just vibe in my own element. I can’t. Granted, I am lucky enough to share my space with my mother, my angel, who really has been nothing short of, and I’m just moody and cranky more often than not. Setting boundaries has never been an issue, but now that we’re going to be living together for the foreseeable future, it’s so much more important that she understands that we need her to not take things just because.Â
All in all, pregnancy up until has been easy going. Nausea has been consistent, but there are no more headaches and the hunger strikes at a consistent every 2 hours.Â
I genuinely can’t wait to see our babe. I feel them moving and I think, “Holy shit. I’m carrying a forming, tiny human who will eventually be a full ass adult!”
Becoming a parent is not for the faint for heart.











