Even with a “geriatric” body I'm pretty amazed at what it's doing!
If you've read some of my blog posts before you'll have heard me going on about how amazing I think the body is. From the way we can physically train and develop it, to the power of our minds and the way it can heal and rebuild itself. Well, I'm in a new state of awe with the human, or should I say, the female body as I am now 20 weeks pregnant.
I find it both amazingly mind boggling and also the most naturally instinctive thing my body has ever done. Now I'm not saying I'm naturally amazing at being pregnant. There have been very few perfect pregnancy moments or moments worthy of Instagram posts over the past few months. And anyone who knew and asked me how I was in the first trimester would know that was the case. I very much did not enjoy that stage and the only way I could deal with the constant nausea was to constantly eat. In a normal situation, constantly eating but with a valid reason sounds right up my street. However in this situation it was a necessity and not a pleasure, and possibly for the first time in my life I stopped enjoying food.
What I'm talking about by being instinctive is the anatomical and physiological changes your body makes, and these are absolutely fascinating and remarkable. From the heightened sense of smell to help you avoid gone off/bad food, to the production of a hormone called relaxin that loosens your ligaments and joints in preparation for labour, to the expansion of the ribcage to accommodate the growing baby taking up space in the abdomen. There are so many more too: changes affecting the cardiovascular, respiratory, digestive, endocrine systems, so basically everything! A lot of these changes are subtle and gradual, and some people might experience or notice some more than others. But the bottom line is the body is such a clever bit of kit!
There are also psychological changes. I'm in full nesting mood with most weeks a bag of bits going down to the charity shop and a new bag of baby bits coming in, thanks to the donations from friends who are “definitely not having another one”! The joys of being a geriatric mother – not my words but the words of the medical world what with the fact that I'm over 35 - are that lots of my friends have done the baby thing already and got lots of stuff to pass on. Also, I'm trying to finish any on-going house projects, doing any house maintenance required and sorting the (still over-grown) garden.
Someone recently told me that once the baby arrives life will never be the same. They didn't say it in either a positive or negative way, just matter of factly. But for me the changes have already been happening for the past five months, and they might in many ways be less impactful changes than we have ahead of us. All the same I am very aware how my body and mind have been processing and adapting for the impending arrival.