Pregnancy…it’s such a magical, beautiful, delicious time. With each pregnancy I’ve found myself completely fascinated and in awe of the whole process, and amazed at what a woman’s body can do. I’ve also found myself stretched thin, tired, and eagerly waiting it’s end. It fascinates me how each pregnancy can look different, from baby to baby and woman to woman. With Piper, I had no stretch marks (insert loud cheers!), but with this baby I’ve found a few. The spider veins in my legs are worse, and the acne has been terrible. I really haven’t struggled with acne since high school, but in the first trimester I started breaking out terribly with cystic acne, and now I have leftover acne scars. There’s also the peach fuzz that has been kindly growing on my face, and all the popped little capillaries on my chest, arms, and face (yes, face! ugh!). There’s probably a few more bags under my eyes and some extra gray hairs, too. Oh, and don’t forget the swollen feet and puffy face!
But, what I’ve found through it all, is that it’s worth every acne scar, every stretch mark, every spider vein. I’d do it again, and I’ll wear my birth badges proudly. It’s so easy to beat my body up, but instead I’ll be thankful to my body. To the body that grew and will deliver life, and then nurture that life. What a gift. What a beautiful privilege.
In the sermon at church recently our preacher talked about how life is like a train running along parallel tracks of blessing and suffering. They are always both present, and happening in our lives at the same time. I couldn’t help but think about pregnancy, childbirth, motherhood. It’s beautiful and exhausting, it’s amazing and terrible, it’s magic and mania. There’s blessing and there’s suffering.
And I wouldn’t trade a second.
photos by jessi nichols photography