Christmas Is Around the Corner: A Five-Year-Old’s Excitement and Being 27 Weeks Pregnant

Christmas is around the corner, and this year it feels different in the best, most tender way.

I’m 27 weeks pregnant, moving slower than usual, feeling every kick and stretch, while living alongside a five-year-old who is absolutely convinced that Christmas is the most important thing happening in the world. And honestly, watching the season unfold through his excitement has softened everything.

This isn’t a picture-perfect Christmas. It’s a real one. And right now, that feels exactly right.

A Five-Year-Old’s Christmas Excitement Is Pure Magic

At five years old, Christmas isn’t just a holiday. It’s an ongoing event. Every morning starts the same way. “How many days until Christmas?”

Even if the answer hasn’t changed, it still needs to be asked. The excitement is constant and loud and completely unapologetic. There are detailed plans about Santa, opinions about decorations, and very strong feelings about which Christmas movies should be watched and when.

My five-year-old talks about Christmas like it’s a person who could show up early if properly encouraged. There’s no patience for waiting, only wonder. Watching that kind of belief up close reminds me how rare it is. How easy it is to lose as adults. And how lucky I am to be invited into it again.

Being 27 Weeks Pregnant During the Holidays

Being 27 weeks pregnant during Christmas puts me in a strange but beautiful in-between space.

I’m far enough along that pregnancy is undeniable. The belly is big. The baby moves constantly. I feel tired in a way that isn’t fixed by sleep, and my body reminds me often that it’s doing something important.

But I’m also still waiting.

Waiting to meet this baby. Waiting for everything to change. Waiting for a future that feels close but not quite here yet. Decorating the tree takes longer this year. I sit down more. I rest when I need to. Sometimes I stop halfway through something and decide it can wait. And instead of feeling frustrated about that, I’m learning to let it be part of the season.

Seeing Christmas Through a Child’s Eyes While Pregnant

Parenting a five-year-old while pregnant means living in two timelines at once. There’s the present, filled with questions, excitement, and constant movement. And then there’s the future, quietly growing, making itself known through soft kicks and late-night thoughts.

My boy talks to my belly sometimes. Tells the baby about Christmas lights and Santa and how next year they’ll do everything together. There’s no jealousy yet. Just curiosity. Just inclusion.

Those moments stop me in my tracks. They remind me that this season isn’t about doing more. It’s about noticing what’s already here.

Christmas in a Real, Lived-In Home

This year, my house looks like real life. Decorations are up, but not all at once. Some bins are still tucked in corners. There’s glitter where it doesn’t belong and fingerprints on the windows.

And I’ve decided I’m okay with that. Being pregnant has given me permission to release the idea that everything needs to look perfect to feel meaningful. Some days we bake cookies. Some days we order takeout and watch a movie because I’m exhausted.

Both count.

This season doesn’t need perfection. It needs warmth.

Slowing Down During the Holidays While Pregnant

Slowing down used to feel like failure to me. This year, it feels like intention. I’m learning that rest is part of the experience, not something that gets in the way of it. Sitting on the couch with my hands on my belly while the Christmas lights glow feels just as festive as anything else.

Being pregnant forces a kind of presence. I can’t rush the season even if I wanted to.

And maybe that’s the lesson I needed this Christmas.

Quiet Christmas Moments I Want to Remember

Some of my favorite moments aren’t loud or planned. They happen when the house is dim except for the tree lights. When my five-year-old is finally asleep after a day full of anticipation. When I feel the baby move and realize this is the only Christmas we’ll have like this. Next year will be different. Everything will be different. And instead of wishing time would slow down, I’m trying to let myself fully feel this version of now.

Letting Go of Holiday Pressure as a Mom

There’s so much pressure around Christmas, especially for moms. Pressure to make it magical. Pressure to create memories. Pressure to hold everything together while still smiling through exhaustion. This year, being 27 weeks pregnant has helped me loosen my grip on all of that.

If my child feels loved, if we laugh, if we rest when we need to, then Christmas is doing its job.

Everything else is extra.

The True Magic of Christmas Is Simple

The magic isn’t in the decorations or the gifts. It’s in the countdown conversations. It’s in the way a five-year-old believes completely. It’s in baby kicks during Christmas music. It’s in being together, even when the house is messy and the plans are simple. That’s what I want to hold onto.

Christmas Is Around the Corner and So Is a New Chapter

Christmas is around the corner. So is a new baby. A new rhythm. A new version of our family.

This season feels like a pause between chapters. One foot in what we know, one foot in what’s coming next. And for now, that’s exactly where I want to be.

This Christmas doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to be ours.