Today, I looked at the calendar and was stunned to really NOTICE that it was the end of January. You know what that means?
TWO MONTHS LEFT.
It’s a funny feeling, isn’t it? This whole third trimester nonsense. On the one hand, I’m so excited to meet this baby and hold her in my arms. I cannot wait for these two months to fly by so that she can go ahead and be BORN already! On the other hand… SO NOT READY. Two months isn’t a very long time and I feel woefully unprepared. I mean, I may have the stroller in my possession, but that’s pretty much it. And I’m pretty sure this child is going to need a car seat.
We have the second crib in our garage at the moment, but we haven’t initiated the Great Move of 2008 wherein Liam migrates from his bedroom to Harry’s room which they will share for all eternity now. I’m still unsure about all this. I know this month is the best time to do the Move. Harry is out of school so he won’t need his alarm going off in the morning (not that Liam wouldn’t likely be up by then anyhow). It’s before the baby is here so he wouldn’t have two major transitions to deal with at a time. But there are concerns too. Liam is such a picky sleeper. He’s getting better at sleeping through mild noises but this is going to impact Harry in a fairly major way. He won’t be able to sit up in bed and draw, read, etc until at least Liam is settled in (we’re thinking we’ll eventually get him a focused bed lamp of some sort). What about the pup? I think she should come sleep in our room until Liam is settled too. I’m just nervous about rocking the boat. Still, now is the time and time it is a wastin’.
TWO MONTHS LEFT.
I’ve been amazed at how this third trimester has affected my physically too. Why I’m amazed, I have no idea. Because this pregnancy has been one for the books since the very beginning. And wouldn’t you think I’ve been pregnant enough times that I would realize that some symptoms “come back” in the third trimester? Why does that blissful second trimester always lull me into a false sense of security? You think I’d learn. So right now, I am crippled by various aches and pains that I wasn’t expecting to have so soon (so soon? I have only TWO MONTHS LEFT). Plus, my heartburn is back and it brought some friends. Then there’s the odd Ghosts of Morning Sickness past that I get early on in the day if I’m especially hungry. What the heck is THAT about? I’m told I might be able to expect my little hormone friends to return too. GREAT. This is all in addition to the existing carpal tunnel and inability to stand in one spot for more than five minutes without feeling dizzy.
This is, however, the last time I’ll experience all this (at least, all at the same time). Never again will I be 30 weeks pregnant. Never again will I have such a good excuse for eating Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Pop Tarts at 9:20 in the morning. Never again will I feel a baby roll around in my tummy with such ferocity that I wonder if she’s testing the restraints of her environment. There’s good and bad there. I’ll miss the good for sure. I may even miss the bad. But I’ll be done.
TWO MONTHS LEFT.
Is it any wonder that I feel at such odds?
