we’ve entered our third + final trimester. I cannot wrap my head around how I’m feeling. it’s a mixture of pure excitement to have our little one join us in the “real world” in a matter of weeks. a dash of bittersweet that our life as we know it + have known it will be drastically changing. and incredibly thankful to my husband who has been the best through this entire pregnancy. (he’s going to make the best dad!). we’ve had three separate amazon packages arrive at our door, unsolicited by the pregnant lady + all pregnancy essentials – the maternity pillow, cocoa butter (in a 3 pack) + a heating pad. (each of which I use every single day). not only the unexpected pregnancy survival gifts, but he’s been at each + every doctors appointment. including our 28 week appointment, which excitedly entailed me drinking an extra sugary fruit punch, waiting an hour + having my blood drawn. (I’m a huge baby when it comes to needles).
29 weeks pregnant.
so, to sum it up ..
• I drink my weight in water daily. that includes (at least) 3 cans of la croix. any flavor.
• on the topic of drinking, my iced coffee obsession has morphed into iced decaf americanos. equally as satisfying, with just the right amount of caffeine to live in a pregnancy judgement free zone. or that’s what I tell myself.
• my lower back daydreams about heating pads, which I use every single night. but that’s clearly not enough, in my lower back’s opinion.
• dressing a pregnant lady is a combination of amusement + frustration. mostly dependent upon how much time you have to get ready for work.
• I was told pregnancy can bring about strange dreams. that’s proven true. for example, last night I dreamt we were at the doctor and to check on the baby they pulled him out + then put him back in after confirming he was healthy + progressing well. I frequently wake up in a state of confusion …
• although I intend to embrace my last 10-ish weeks of pregnancy, I cannot wait to hold + take care of him versus knocking on my stomach sincerely hoping everything is OK in there. it’s the worst kind of paranoia. (I know, I have another thing coming when he’s out).