Pregnancy, I’m finding, is a lesson in patience.
Patience with my body, as it shifts and grows and transforms, bringing new rules, emotions, sensations and pains.
Patience with others, as my hormones tint my view, sometimes making me a little bit nuts.
Patience with our baby, as I eagerly await any information I can get — first a heartbeat, then an ultrasound silhouette, and then, finally, meeting our little Mystery Hughes.
I am not the woman I was in October when pregnancy was just a wish, and I can’t possibly be. That is, I have to admit, a sometimes difficult realization.
Don’t get me wrong. I would not change anything for the world. I am very happily expecting. I am just not accepting some of the changes as gracefully as I would like to be. But I’m learning. I am trying. And that is, I know, all I can do.