I know most of my blogs have been about pregnancy, but it’s all I seem to have on my mind these days. I have made it to what many people call the homestretch, the last month of pregnancy. For most women, this is often the most difficult part of pregnancy. Aside from the large belly and hormones, women at this time feel as though they have been pregnant forever and are anxious to meet their little one. For me, the “homestretch” is the hardest because my body feels so foreign to me.
In the last trimester, I have gained quite a bit of weight, as has the baby. Carrying an extra 30 pounds is a lot for my little frame. The other day I went for a casual walk around the neighborhood and could barely waddle up my driveway when I got back. My body ached for the entire day after that. I miss my workouts! My body, which was once all baby, is now swollen from head to toe, or should I say, wrist to cankle. The nerves in my wrists are so swollen that I have developed carpal tunnel and need to wear wrist guards to do just about everything. I feel like a main attraction walking down the street as I see people’s eyes on me; their mouths and eyes open wider as I get closer.
As my body readies to give birth, I have frequent contractions. Even though I know this is normal in the last month of pregnancy, each cramp and tightening makes me think we are headed for the real thing. I feel like the boy who cried wolf, every night my husband comes home and I tell him I think something is happening. Each day, I do more and more to feel ready for the baby to come home, even though I know I can never truly be ready for what is to come.
The homestretch is a bit of a waiting game, and is an anxious time for me as well. I have a hard time imagining what life will be like with two children. I think about my son and how he will adjust to no longer being an only child. I worry about the sleepless nights and the exhaustion that comes with a newborn. I feel guilty wondering if I have connected as much to this pregnancy as I did my first.
Yet, in spite of all the aches, complaints and worries, the last month of pregnancy is also beautiful time. I know how lucky am I to have gotten pregnant so quickly and to have had very few pregnancy complications. Now that we have finally moved, we are settled into our new place, all new doctors and babysitters have been selected, Landon has started his new camp/school, I have lots of time to myself. I have time in this last month to enjoy quiet moments that I know will soon be hard to come by. In the homestretch, all I can do is be patient and wait for this baby to arrive.