Sunday, June 29, 2014
Well, last week marked 28-weeks and the beginning of my third trimester. My goodness, I'm hoping this trimester goes a little faster than the last, because lately time seems to be inching by.
Can I just say, I think pregnancy is really hard (déjà-vu? click here). I know there's people who have it worse than me, and there's people who have it easier than me, and maybe (probably) I'm just a big wimp about it all....but I think it's really hard. And I wish I wasn't, but I'm slightly ashamed to admit that. I've always said, the only thing harder than being pregnant is not being pregnant when you want to be. It's a miracle, and obviously I know it's worth it (hence the fact that I choose to do it again), but that doesn't mean it's an easy miracle, or that it's all butterflies and rainbows.
I don't know if I'm carrying this baby super low or something, but every move I make comes with shooting pains in my pelvis. Which honestly, has been such a bummer. Even a simple 30-minute walk around the grocery store leaves me pretty much on bed-rest for the rest of the day... just so much pain. The same thing happened right at the end of my pregnancy with Rae, but it wasn't as severe and I was okay handling a couple weeks of discomfort. This time the pelvis pressure started around 24 weeks, and sometimes the thought of being in so much pain for 11 more weeks is a little more than my hormonal self can bear.
Also, can I just bring up the issue of pregnancy being 9 (and a half) long months? I understand that I'm like, literally growing a human inside of me.....but couldn't they have made it like 6 months? I could handle 6 months. I could. But 9 months is just soooooo long. And then, if you count the time it takes to fully recover, it's seriously like being down-and-out for a solid year. This past New Years, I knew I was probably pregnant and I remember having the thought that 2014 would basically consist fully of me growing and recovering from this baby. See ya in 2015 Garrett...
On a more positive note (because I am fully aware that this post is serving as my venting session for the day....#sorrynotsorry), feeling this little one squirm and kick inside me is probably definitely my favorite part of being pregnant. Lately it's been non-stop, and I can't complain. It's such a special little thing that I share with this sweet child of mine. Sometimes I can't help but smile when I'm in a room full of people and I feel a little nudge in my side...and then it's like, me and this little one get to just communicate back and forth with each other, and no one else is even aware of what's happening. I feel like I get a little glimpse into this sweet baby that I haven't even really met yet. It's a big part of the bonding process for me, and I love every second of it.
I'm so grateful for this baby and this pregnancy. So so grateful. And I'm crossing my fingers that I can survive the next 76 days while still managing to be a somewhat decent wife and mother and human being. Yikes. We shall see.