"When you choose to have a child, you make a conscious decision to allow your heart to walk around outside of your body."
-Unknown
The first few weeks of my pregnancy were horrible as I had bouts of morning sickness and complete mood swings that kept my poor husband always on edge. There would be moments where I was totally fine one second and crying the next, which made poor Will feel like he'd done something wrong. I felt bad for him, but he was patient and loving in taking care of me, even when I was throwing up too. For someone who hated germs, vomiting at the drop of a hat was awful for me. I always felt like I was so dirty afterward and kept toothbrushes and mouthwash on hand constantly. Will was so patient and loving with me though, taking care of me and making sure that I was able to eat at least something I could keep down for my sake and the baby's as well. It was difficult to eat much of anything other than soups and crackers, especially when my morning sickness was at it's worst around my ninth and tenth week of pregnancy.
When the nausea and vomiting finally let up after the first trimester, I felt a sense of relief that I wasn't going to deal with it again for a while. As we went into the second trimester, I felt a lot better physically and emotionally. My body was changing in more obvious ways as I started to gain a little weight and my baby bump started to show. We informed Principal Figgins about the baby and that I would be taking maternity leave in May, meaning I would not return until after the summer was over. Will and I also chose to tell the Glee kids about our pregnancy right around the end of October since I was obviously starting to show. The kids were all so excited and happy for us, which was a relief to Will and I since they knew our due date as well. They were supportive of it and Rachel Berry, in her typical fashion, offered to help take over a lot of the duties of the club. Mercedes and Tina also offered to help out when Will needed it, meaning he could spend time with me preparing for the baby.
My second trimester was a lot better than my first. I felt good about myself and the little person growing inside of me, even if I was scared out of my mind about what kind of mother I would be. I loved my baby with all of my heart and wanted to share that with my husband. I let him touch my belly as it grew and talk to the baby all the time since Terri had denied him that because she was never pregnant in the first place. I never wanted to deny him that since we were in this together. He had helped put the baby inside of me, just as I was carrying it now until it was born. At night, I would pull my shirt up a little over my belly so he could see how it was growing and put his hand on the side. He would sing to the baby too, which was probably one of my favorite memories from my pregnancy.
Around eighteen weeks, I felt the baby flutter for the first time, which was a memorable moment I'll never forget. I was sitting in my office waiting on a student to come in for some counseling when I felt a slight movement in my stomach. For a moment, I passed it off as something else but when I felt it again a few minutes later, I knew that it was the baby by how it felt. It was like butterflies in my stomach, but stronger. In that instant, I got up from my desk and hurried down the hall to Will's classroom. He tried to feel it, but it was still too soon for him to be able to, but he could see the joy in my face and definitely felt it too, knowing that he would get to feel it soon enough too. (He actually started feeling the kicks around twenty-one weeks or so) We also learned around this time that we were carrying a little girl, so we were feeling a strong emotional bond to our daughter already. But we couldn't even begin to imagine what would come with parenthood...
A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't been able to update this recently...school projects have killed me this semester! But, summer is around the corner! Please review and make my day?