As we approach the 3rd and final trimester, the countdown begins to baby Sean’s arrival. So far I’ve done precisely nothing to get ready, other than sort and store the beautiful wardrobe handed down to us by our good friends- we won’t have to buy him any clothes until kindergarten, and we are so thankful! I will be taking some time off next week, though, and try to get set up a little (or at the very least finish painting the bathroom because I can’t even take it anymore!). I’m not too panicked yet!
In a previous post “One and Done, How Do You Know?”, I shared a bit about our struggles in making our family. Please understand, we are thrilled to be having this baby, and know we are so very blessed, however I have made a few observations to note on the reality of being pregnant vs. the wish to be pregnant…
Let’s begin by simply stating that pregnancy does not agree with my body. I know there are women out there who loved being pregnant, and I cheer for them, yet aside from feeling the baby kicking- there’s not a great deal that I enjoy. The floor is suddenly a long way away, and recently I require a break to catch my breath when trying to bring the laundry upstairs from the basement. I have to brace myself for a sneeze, and due to the constant puking in my mouth I have to make sure everything tastes good twice. Thankfully, the headaches have subsided, and if we could drop the nighttime potty runs to one or two that would be great. And don’t get me started on maternity clothes… (37″ inseam- ’nuff said.)
As I said before, I’m so happy to be pregnant, and I’m definitely not looking to rush things. Everything I’ve bitched about has been handled by countless women before me- I remind myself frequently that I’m not the first woman pregnant and I can do this. It’s just such an inward experience, and it’s hard not to notice all the changes occurring internally. I’m pretty well versed in brushing off aches and pains, but when it’s not just about you it’s different. I’m grateful for my sweet circle that can tell by the look on my face that I need help, even if I’m not sure myself.
So please send me strength as I round this last bend- all the moms who have shared these gripes, or suffered worse. I know it will be more than worth it! xo