My baby will be here next month.
Can your brain even wrap itself around that sentence? I’m not sure mine can. Hitting the 33-week mark and realizing the bean could be making her debut any time in the next 4-6 weeks (because, for whatever reason, I’m convinced she’s going to be a week early from her September 20th due date) is a bit of a…humbling experience? Intimidating? Something in that vein.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m all for it. As much as I’ve loved being pregnant, I can’t deny that each week of the third trimester seems to bring a new ache or complaint, not to mention the fact that my belly is just running out of room to stretch. And, you know, that whole being SO FREAKING EXCITED to finally meet our little girl.
It’s just a little overwhelming to realize how little time we have left before someone just hands us a baby and shoos us on our way.
To whom it may concern, here’s a general check-in of how the little lady and I are doing lately:
How do you feel?
I promised myself that I would appreciate every little bit of this process, so I really hate to complain about anything associated with pregnancy. But if I’m being totally honest…I’m getting tired. The third trimester has been a whole new experience for me, with increased fatigue, heart burn, and general discomfort (though, still, really, not that bad). If there’s some kind of committee lobbying to get this whole “human gestation” thing cut down to only seven or eight months, I’d be happy to sign the petition.
Overall, though, still feeling pretty good. The heat gets to me, but as long as I can find air conditioning, I can survive.
How’s the belly?
Bigger every single day. I think people think I’m joking when I say that, but I have never been more serious. I literally wake up every morning and it has grown. I’m not quite waddling yet, but I can certainly see how I would get to that point before D-day.
She seems pretty happy to me! She moves a TON, despite her quickly cramping quarters. Yesterday, she’d wiggled herself into a horizontal position, which is how she spent most of the second trimester, but suffice to say we don’t fit like that anymore, Vivs. We’re both happier when she stays vertical, preferably with her head down like it’s supposed to be. But so far, we’ve got a strong, active girl in there. Tomorrow is our last sonogram, and I’m pretty excited to see her face again before I get the real thing.
Any weird symptoms or cravings?
Carbs in general sound pretty great most of the time, but especially waffles. I also still like the sound of ice cream pretty much all the time, but I think I can blame that on the heat. As for symptoms, like I said, heartburn, back aches, and holy HORMONES, Batman. I cry at everything, which can be annoying. (For me…and I assume for the people who have to deal with me.)
How’s your health?
You already know my midwife wants me to focus on gaining more weight in the remaining months (though I’m curious to see how tomorrow’s sonogram affects that), so I’m trying to eat at least a little something every couple of hours even if I’m not really that hungry. I’m still working out, though I’m going to start tapering that a bit. The last couple of spin classes, I’ve had a moment of “I’m not sure my body wants to do this anymore,” which I feel like I shouldn’t ignore. I’ll keep up with pilates and walking a lot, though. I still feel strong and healthy, but I’d be lying if I said tougher workouts aren’t hitting me harder than they used to. I’m le tired, y’all.
I think that’s everything! There will probably only be a few more pregnancy posts in the coming weeks (including an update on Vivi’s nursery), so soak ’em up while you can.