It’s 10:45pm, and I just told Jason that I’d like toast with liver sausage and some canned peaches. I denied the idea of cravings for a little while, but I’m pretty sure that I’ve just ruined my case.
Baby Kehrer is now 14.5 weeks in the making, and when I put my hand on the slight, growing bump that is my belly, I can’t help but grin. I feel a little like I did on the first day of class in elementary school when I was small–all kinds of anticipation, back-to-school shopping, brand new clothes and shoes, ready and waiting. And still, I had no idea what the next year would have for me. I could have purchased every pen and pencil, every loose-leafed notebook, every holographic Lisa Frank folder, but no one could predict how much I’d grow and change and learn from August to May.
August to May. 9 months. Baby bump and crib shopping and maternity clothes, here we come! Even with all of the still-persistent nausea, lack of appetite (except at night. see above.), decision-making and baby-prep underway, I have never felt like life was quite as sweet as it is right now. I’m sure I could look back and recall seasons that were delightfully bliss-filled in their own right: traveling the world, discovering God, falling in love. But in terms of sweetness? No. Nothing seems to top this chapter. Baby K is adventure and Creation and miracle and unconditional love all rolled into one.
I never imagined how much I would absolutely LOVE carrying a tiny little baby. Our tiny little baby. I’ve been swept completely off my feet, and we haven’t even met.
LOVE. Completely worth all of the cravings in the world. And in case anyone was curious, Jason did offer to make a Meijer run to appease my taste buds. Honestly though, it’s late. And a man in line at the grocery store past 11pm with liver sausage, a loaf of bread and a can of peaches can only say one thing, “My wife is at home, pregnant, and craving liver sausage toast and peaches on the side. Totally gross, I know. But she’s carrying the kid, so I get to do this.” Ahhh, the things we do for love.
I very much appreciate the offer. Saving my chips for cashing in on a much more desperate, pickles and ice cream kind of evening. Instead, I settled for pretzels with french onion dip and chocolate milk. Bon appetit!
Satisfied,
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Molly, I loved this post. I feel exactly the same way at 17.5 weeks. I love my little baby inside, and once I started feeling him/her it was the most amazing thing in the world! Enjoy giving into the cravings sometimes, and just admit it 🙂 Though liver sounds disgusting, canned peaches were a constant first trimester craving for me. Lately it’s been banana milkshakes, and who knows what’s next! Enjoy your pregnancy, and let’s get together and talk babies, maternity clothes and cravings soon!
So very excited for you both (actually, all three of you!)!!!