There’s a fine line between wanting it all to be over and knowing I need to embrace every aspect of it because this is the last time I will grow life in my body. . I know I need to be gentler on myself but it’s hard because I feel sick, I look different, my clothes don’t fit, and I’m always exhausted. . I knock myself up for not being able to bring my “A” game forward in life: as a mom, as a teacher, as a partner, as a daughter, sister, and friend. I hate having to ask for help - it’s a weakness of mine. I am so used to relying on only myself. . But I’ve come to realize that I can’t do it all alone, and that’s perfectly ok. I have a teammate and an amazing family for a reason. . I’ve also accepted how my new body looks. Is it hard to see myself in the mirror some days? Absolutely. But I’m still the same me. Actually, no. I’m a better me. I’m me with additional life. I’m acid reflux, water retention, vomit, body fatigue, headaches, irritability, hunger and nausea all wrapped up into two bodies. TWO bodies. As bad as some days are, I recognize how lucky I am to grow life and realize that I’m doing this for the last time. Its temporary, it’s rewarding, and it’s worth it. #22weeks 🌟