It’s about to get mushy up in here… you’ve been warned.
This is completely self-indulgent post of things I don’t want to forget about my pregnancy thus far… (although considering that I’m currently 3 days past my due date, hopefully I don’t have enough time to have many more thoughts on the subject…)
1. The first trimester really was the worst. I felt the worst (physically, mentally, and emotionally) and it sucked even more because no one even really knows you’re pregnant so you can’t really complain about it. Plus it feels like you have FOREVER to go (and you do) so you don’t want to be too whiny that early lest you make everyone who does know hate you. Particularly yourself (because it is totally possible to sort of hate yourself and feel sorry for yourself all at the same time).
2. The second trimester is sort of just-okay. Everyone says it is the best, and I do agree that I felt physically the best during this time. I was over 1st trimester sickness and not yet uncomfortable from big-ness. It is fun to make announcements and find out the gender and start talking names and nurseries. But for me at least, it still felt like things were a bit uncertain (because I wasn’t feeling a ton of regular movement) and it felt like I still had forever to go… so mentally/emotionally it was still a little difficult. Plus I was really nervous about being physically miserable in the 3rd trimester and that “unknown” made it hard to enjoy.
3. The third trimester has been my favorite. Yes, I’m a bit more uncomfortable now than I was before– but honestly it is not that bad. Especially because I’m huge and obviously pregnant so no one expects too much of me. And (knock on wood) at 40.3 I’m still sleeping just fine, thank God. Plus the third trimester is sort of awesome because I got to have my baby showers and celebrate with everyone, actually work on the nursery and finalize a name, and most importantly I started to really believe I am actually having this kid. AND SOON. Plus I can feel her moving all the time now. Which is occasionally uncomfortable but mostly I love it. She feels like a real person, and like my little (maybe slightly parasitic at the moment) sidekick. This whole trimester has sort of felt like a whirlwind of preparation and celebration and excitement. (And I hope if I do this pregnancy thing again I remember this so I don’t spend so much of the 2nd trimester worried about hating life in the 3rd trimester).
4. Maternity clothes are awesome. Something about the combination of not having to suck my stomach in, combined with the fact that I have a limited number of options that all fit will makes getting dressed so easy. Plus I don’t feel bad for wearing the same 8 things over and over again because that’s just being frugal and no one expects you to have a full wardrobe when pregnant.
5. Being able to feel the baby through my stomach is the coolest thing ever. I love that at this point we can feel and identify her butt and her head and her back. And her little feet when she decides to stick them out. If she’s spazzing out flipping around I can sort of put firm pressure on her and calm her down a little usually. If she’s been sleeping for a while and I want to check in I can rub her butt and she moves and it amazes me that I am actually interacting with her. Also, the other day she was sleeping and Stew barked suddenly right next to me and she startled/kicked me. She’s interacting with our DOG. In utero. So freaking cool.
6. The last 3 days have been the longest days of my life maybe…. except for the first week I was pregnant when I was so worried about miscarrying. Even though my whole pregnancy I have said that I’m mentally prepared to go to 42 weeks because both B and I were super late…. apparently that was not true. I’m SO lucky I still feel pretty good physically, but mentally it is hard to go past your due date. Even though I’m *barely* past my due date, you immediately start to worry that you’ll NEVER go into labor. And it is the policy at my hospital to set an induction date as soon as you hit your due date– which means that by choice or eviction, baby will be here by May 17 (I’ll be induced overnight May 16 if she has not yet arrived). And having that date hanging out there, looming, makes every day you DON’T go into labor feel like for-ev-er.
7. Even though I feel like I’ve been pregnant now forever… and even though it’s not really been my favorite thing (while I’m lucky that I’ve had an “easy” pregnancy– it has still been not super fun and seemingly endless…)… it does end. I made it to 40 weeks. My baby will be here in less than 10 days. And all the discomfort and hormones and giving stuff up seems like nothing now that I know she’ll be here soon. In my first trimester I couldn’t imagine why anyone would willingly be pregnant more than once. Now I know I’d do it 10 more times if I had to, to meet our daughter. ❤
8. (That being said, I am incredibly excited to be done being pregnant and have the following back on the menu: wine, margaritas, frozen yogurt, cold cut sandwiches, dippy eggs, and raw milk cheese…….)