Today is the beginning of my third-trimester people. Let that soak in for a minute. 12 weeks until the wee lil unicorn should be making her arrival. The crazy part is all the when did I questions have crept into sight over the last two weeks. I’m trying to figure out how this even happened.
When did I become so comfortable with people touching my burgeoning belly?
I’m a petting zoo and have no shame in that. Personally, I was sure I would be that lady who would hate people groping her baby bump. You reach a point where you just stop caring. Everything hurts and honestly half of the time I just don’t pay any attention to the hands. Everyone wants to ogle and tell you how cute you are. Half of the time, I’m looking for the best place to rest my feet for a while.
Needless to say, I am at the point where this baby bump and the gentle caresses don’t even phase me. It’s just a part of the journey. You become a human petting zoo and you deal with it.
When did I reach the point where I can’t bend over to do anything below my waist?
Want to put pants on? How about tennis shoes? Need to tie your laces? Shave your legs? Pick up your debit card that you dropped?
Is it just me or do you seem to drop more things than ever when you officially can’t bend over anymore? I find myself dropping more things that I can hold on to. Usually, it’s followed up with a frantic search for the nearest capable body to help me out. This has to be the point where it’s acceptable to wear nothing but dresses and slip on shoes to avoid any kind of movement.
When did I need 2 body pillows to sleep and a helpful hand to turn over in bed?
Moving has become a chore. Everything is aching and I really wish I could just curl up into a ball until it’s time to push. Unfortunately, that’s unrealistic and I am coping with that. It’s also refreshing to hear from other moms in my mommy groups that they are in the same place.
Luckily the comments about getting sleep before the baby arrives have disappeared. I am assuming the bags underneath my eyes are an indicator that sleep is a thing of the past. Comfort is no longer a luxury for me. With two body pillows, I find myself tossing and turning all evening. Attempting to align my body in a comfortable position is nearly impossible. Reaching over to David to help hoist me out of bed when that urge to empty the full bladder our girl loves to just beat on. Tell me one person who can actually say they were comfortable during their third trimester! I will look them dead in the face and tell them LIES.
When did I start to feel that spark of anxious excitement that we are going to be parents?
Shower invites are out and the RSVPs are rolling in. The nursery is coming along with big plans to follow in the next few days. I have been curating a list of must-do items for the third trimester. Each and every day brings a new set of emotions. Anxiousness. Excitement. Fear. Joy. The emotions are real. This baby girl is a reality. I am ready or as ready as I could ever be. So this is where I’m at. No takebacks. We are in it for the long haul people.
Do you have any “When did I” confessions? Leave them in the comments!