It's been, like, four years since I was pregnant. I forgot how much fun the third trimester is.
This pregnancy, I've felt great. Maybe it's because I've been trying to enjoy it since I know it's my last, and with the girls all I did was bitch about how uncomfortable I was. But at the beginning of this pregnancy, I told Aaron, "Never again." I don't want to spend my children's whole childhood pregnant. I want to run with them, travel with them, pick them up and swing them around. I want to be motivated to get the house clean and keep it that way, and to cook dinner every night. To exercise. I want to run a marathon. Basically? Set a good example for my kids. Not that having a lot of kids is a bad example, it's just not what I want. So, this is my last. I better enjoy it.
And I have. I feel great most of the time, aside from the morning sickness from early pregnancy. I have more energy, I'm not so moody and hormonal (Oh man was I a raging bitch when I was pregnant with the girls, I think it's the boy hormones that are keeping me more in balance.)
And then came the 3rd trimester. I forgot about the inordinate exhaustion. I don't do anything and I'm constantly pooped! If I do do stuff I feel like I've run a marathon. The heartburn when I didn't even eat anything acidic. The random contractions that remind me to drink more water and leave me sore the next day. The pain in my hips and pelvis; it doesn't matter if I've been sitting on my ass or walking around. They always hurt. The charley horses in the middle of the night, not to mention getting up 15 times to pee and not being able to sleep in between. And it's not even like I can sleep in; I get up earlier than the kids every single day to eat because I. Am. Starving! And my morning sickness is back. The long hours of the night without eating, give me a run for the bathroom almost every morning now.
Le sigh. I still want to try and enjoy the rest of this pregnancy. I'm determined to enjoy it. I am loving the belly. I love feeling him move inside me. I love how the girls are so excited to meet him. How Aaron finds my "teardrop shape" so beautiful and sexy. I'm not going to complain away the rest of this pregnancy. I just needed a moment. But I'm almost as excited about never being pregnant again as I am about meeting my son.
i love to hear moms-to-be are enjoying their pregnancy. boy hormones are nice. wish i could bottle that little concoction and inject myself regularly.
ReplyDeletethe exhaustion is hard. and there is nothing to help for it. just do what you can early and then allow that the rest of the day you are done for.