I tried to give myself a little reassuring chat each morning, that my very own body was growing a tiny, unique human being, basically from out of thin air, that it was special and amazing because it knew just what to do. And you - you’ve done this before, 3 times, you are actually an expert and that’s even more fantastic and impressive.
I tried to remind myself that because I was growing and carrying a real baby inside my body that I myself was precious and important because sustaining and giving life, my body and I had the power to do this and that I probably should enjoy that fact, maybe even celebrate it. Not everyone gets the chance, so I wanted to just kinda ‘bask’ in that satisfaction.
I took the chance to care for my skin with lotions and oils because it was doing work too, stretching and moving around to help grow the new life, and yes it would look different on the other side but it was doing an epic job and I would try to be proud that it just got on and did it’s very important part, selflessly.
I took the opportunity to wear comfy, stretchy, figure clinging outfits that I would never feel confident to wear un-prego and I wouldn’t feel as judged because I wouldn’t judge a pregnant woman for wearing whatever they wanted because the shape of a bump and pregnancy boobs is just perfectly designed, just wonderfully round and fertile and beautiful. Celebrated in art, it really is a design classic!
This all sounds a bit much, but it helped me twice and I feel a lot kinder to myself when I look in the mirror even today, I wish the same for you.