Our little boy finally arrived nine days after his estimated due date. Now he's about a month old.
By all accounts I had a very easy pregnancy. My favorite parts of being pregnant were my weekly prenatal yoga classes, getting to eat cheeseburgers and shakes without any guilt, and how everyone was so friendly to me. Strangers would tell me congratulations and ask his gender or due date. During my pregnancy I drank yogi mother to be tea and took newchapter prenatal vitamins, which I can't be sure contributed to the ease of my pregnancy, but I'm sure it didn't hurt anything.
French training and our big move consumed my life during my last trimester. If you've ever studied a foreign language, you knows it's hard work, but what I didn't account for was how difficult it would be to sit and concentrate for long stretches of time while severely pregnant. In addition, I found the logistics of moving overseas with an infant quite overwhelming. Bring on the stress!! But in the end I passed my language exam and everything in our DC apartment plus our consumables (a shipment of non-perishable food, toiletries, and cleaning supplies) got packed and sent on it's way to Africa.
Then, 38 weeks pregnant, we packed the remainder of our belongings into my brother's hatchback and drove to my home state of Ohio to have the baby and spend my maternity leave with my family. I spent this pregnancy in two different countries (3 if you count our trip to Japan), two U.S. states, and visited 3 different OBGYN practices. Unconventional, yes; but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Taking care of this little guy has been such a privilege. He's delightful. I'm excited to see what the future has in store for us.
