I am now eight months pregnant. A whole whopping eight months. I cannot believe time has gone by so quickly. I only have two more months to go. I have survived the first trimester with rampant hormones and morning sickness, that despite the name is NOT only present in the morning, but ALL DAY. I skipped happily through the second trimester with a tiny, cute bump that was almost unnoticeable. I felt the first cute baby kicks and then I blinked and it was over.
Now, I am in the third trimester, suddenly my feet have contorted to hippo feet, my bump is no longer unnoticeable, it is quite in the way of everything that I do or might want to do, and the cute little baby kicks now feel like my little Elsa somehow managed to acquire a sledge hammer. I feel like I could eat a cow pretty much constantly. Poor Teddy doesn't even have a chance sometimes, I just suddenly turn into a hungry, demon pregzilla and get upset because I just NEED FOOD. I also cry for no reason, far more than I thought I would. A slightly sad commercial, a happy ending, a children's book, baby animals, or nothing at all can send my emotions on a roller coaster. I toss and turn trying to find the right position that is comfortable enough to fall asleep, only to realize I need to go to the bathroom when I finally do. I cannot bend over any longer. I feel like a chunky moose wallowing in mud when I try to get out of bed. When I try to put on my socks before work, it takes me five minutes bending at a weird angle to reach my feet. There is no graceful thing about me right now... And the "glow" is probably just me sweating my face off, because being pregnant in the summer is just great.. You try hauling an extra 20-30 pounds around your middle with a freakishly unstable body temperature in the summer heat without sweating like a pig. I have no idea why the world makes pregnancy out to be so wonderfully beautiful with "that pregnancy glow" and the adorable baby bump. Right now I feel like I resemble a bloated cow with four left feet (because I am terribly uncoordinated) and mad cow disease (because being pregnant has turned my brain to mush.)
But despite all of this, I am still happy to be pregnant. I am excited beyond belief to be meeting my daughter very soon. I am beginning to understand why women go through all of the pain and discomfort over and over again. It is not about being pregnant, it is all about the baby. At least, it is for me. I just spend so much time thinking about this beautiful little baby that's growing inside me, and that is what makes pregnancy so beautiful and wonderful. Yea I feel like a chunky moose, but who cares, I am growing a real live human being and that should be a super power.
Now, I am in the third trimester, suddenly my feet have contorted to hippo feet, my bump is no longer unnoticeable, it is quite in the way of everything that I do or might want to do, and the cute little baby kicks now feel like my little Elsa somehow managed to acquire a sledge hammer. I feel like I could eat a cow pretty much constantly. Poor Teddy doesn't even have a chance sometimes, I just suddenly turn into a hungry, demon pregzilla and get upset because I just NEED FOOD. I also cry for no reason, far more than I thought I would. A slightly sad commercial, a happy ending, a children's book, baby animals, or nothing at all can send my emotions on a roller coaster. I toss and turn trying to find the right position that is comfortable enough to fall asleep, only to realize I need to go to the bathroom when I finally do. I cannot bend over any longer. I feel like a chunky moose wallowing in mud when I try to get out of bed. When I try to put on my socks before work, it takes me five minutes bending at a weird angle to reach my feet. There is no graceful thing about me right now... And the "glow" is probably just me sweating my face off, because being pregnant in the summer is just great.. You try hauling an extra 20-30 pounds around your middle with a freakishly unstable body temperature in the summer heat without sweating like a pig. I have no idea why the world makes pregnancy out to be so wonderfully beautiful with "that pregnancy glow" and the adorable baby bump. Right now I feel like I resemble a bloated cow with four left feet (because I am terribly uncoordinated) and mad cow disease (because being pregnant has turned my brain to mush.)
But despite all of this, I am still happy to be pregnant. I am excited beyond belief to be meeting my daughter very soon. I am beginning to understand why women go through all of the pain and discomfort over and over again. It is not about being pregnant, it is all about the baby. At least, it is for me. I just spend so much time thinking about this beautiful little baby that's growing inside me, and that is what makes pregnancy so beautiful and wonderful. Yea I feel like a chunky moose, but who cares, I am growing a real live human being and that should be a super power.