As I rock my baby girl in my arms I can’t help but reflect on the past ten months of my life. There were highs and lows and everything in between. There were bends and turns of uncharted territory that I had to gain strength to take head on. I could only describe my first pregnancy as…an adventure.
The first thing I did when I found out I was pregnant was explore social media (do you know how many hastags can be found under #fitpregnancy?!?) It was both helpful but also discouraging. Was it realistic to look like some of these women? I really tried to surround myself around truthfulness. I never just wanted to hear the good-but I wanted to hear women being real. I wanted to know that pregnancy wouldn’t necessarily be easy, but I could take the “not so good days” and turn them into great days.
One thing that helped is my husband never allowed me to use the word “bad” in association with pregnancy or how I was feeling. I texted him one day after the gym and said “I am feeling so ginormous today-it’s such a bad day” his response, “Emily, there is not such thing as a bad day when you a creating a life. From now on we will call those days growing days!” Needless to say I had a lot of “growing” days.
The very first part of my pregnancy was the most challenging. I come from a family of very strong women; comfortable and confident in our own skin. The fact that my body was going to change and I had zero control was hard for me to deal with. I would put on clothes and then cry to my husband that they would not fit (of course they wouldn’t fit, I was growing a human!). But I came to grips to embrace it each and every day.
Throughout pregnancy I was able to embrace change. I was able to acknowledge the gift I was given; to create a new life. Although it was not all sunshine and butterflies it taught me I am a strong woman; not only physically, but mentally. And I would have to say that strength has helped me every single day.
This is my Adventure…