Week 18: Already?
by Sharon Tjaden-Glass
I’ve found myself thinking this a lot lately.
I’m already 18 weeks pregnant?
I already can’t sleep on my back anymore?
It’s already time to find a doula?
I’ve already outgrown my bras?
I already have this bump?
I’m already 150 pounds? 155 pounds? 159 pounds?
The time from Weeks 5 to Weeks 11 was agonizingly slow, prolonged by my worries of miscarriage and weeks of debilitating waves of nausea. I could not get through the weeks fast enough.
Come on Week 7… Hurry up Week 8.
But the weeks are flying by now.
The baby is moving.
I felt its first tiny kick in Week 15 as my husband and I watched part of the Opening Ceremonies for the Olympic Games. I felt a lot of “stuff” before then, but that moment was the first clearly movement that couldn’t be mistaken as anything besides a person kicking me.
Life is moving, too.
My daughter is now capable of having conversations with me. In the last week, she prefaces every sentence–a question, a statement, a command, whatever–with “How about…”
- “How about I have a marshmallow?”
- “How about where’s the sun?”
- “How about you hold me in the rocking chair?”
- “How about we do a puzzle, Mommy?”
- “How about I already take my diaper off.”
- “How about I like preschool.”
- “How about I don’t need to go potty!”
And the world is moving.
I woke up on Monday and noticed that our downstairs windows were not covered in condensation. It’s a welcome sign that the humid days of August are coming to an end and the early days of autumn are on the horizon.
Next to our house, a patch of land owned by the local parks department has drastically transformed in the last four months, right along with this pregnancy. After we talked with the parks Operations Manager last year, we agreed to let the land turn into a prairie rather than having the parks department mow it throughout the summer.
So the grass grew tall and brown.
Then, it died.
The crab grass took root and grew.
Now, patches of wildflowers spring forth.
Amidst the chaos of weeds and grass.
Against the cacophony buzzing, whirring insects.
Beautiful and whole.
The wildflowers grew.