It’s a little hard to believe that I am 32 weeks pregnant already and will have this new baby in my arms in less than 2 months. Since this is most certainly going to be my last pregnancy ever, so I am trying to savor and remember those little baby kicks from the inside, the endless little hiccups, and the jabs at the bladder. It’s lovely, it’s tender, but I’m glad we are almost over. In fact, I think I was “over it” starting a few weeks ago (though not ready for this baby to be here quite yet).
Last time I talked here about pregnancy, I was whining about what seemed like the never ending woes of first trimester. I was not feeling the “pregnancy is awesome” thing like I did with my first son (my 2nd was not as pleasant, but better than this 3rd time around by comparison). It sucked. I whined about it here (and at home). Then I got to the 2nd trimester turning point and was feeling much better. I started getting back into that “pregnancy is awesome” groove and I was feeling pretty great. Though I never did get that energy back that you are supposed to get since I’ve pretty much remained exhausted much of the time (despite son #2 FINALLY starting to sleep through the whole night). But other than that, feeling good, and baby has been doing great.
It was only a few weeks ago when someone was asking me how I was doing/feeling, and I replied that I was “Feeling great! I don’t seem to have all those aches and pains and woes that I remember from the last time…” Then maybe a week later, boom. The typical third trimester woes started kicking in. Sciatica and back pain? Check. Hip pain? Check. Impossible to get comfortable in bed and so the inevitable insomnia? Check. Choking on my stomach acid in the middle of the night? Check. Impossibly hot all the time? Check. Yay pregnancy! Yay me! Are we done yet? I’m sure the couple heat waves we have had back to back this summer haven’t helped.
So that is where I am at. I am very fortunate in that baby has been looking healthy, looking great. Despite the Gestational Diabetes and my super intense cravings for sweets and all things sugary (to which I occasionally give in), baby is measuring on track and does not appear to be giant sized (yet). Now the important thing we need to do is decide on a name. The conversation comes up occasionally with an “oh yeah, we better decide on a name…” and then we don’t get much farther than that. Don’t worry, this poor baby will not be nameless. We eventually will come up with one we both agree on. (Yes we know the gender. No I’m not sharing it here. But ask me privately and I’ll tell you)
For now, just counting down the weeks and days until I am no longer pregnant. Looking forward to September.