I wrote this whole long post yesterday, but the internet was being particularly obnoxious and I lost the whole thing! So…here I am, trying again.
I’m 27 weeks and 2 days today! I snapped this picture yesterday afternoon amidst a very unglamorous day of cleaning bathrooms, organizing bookshelves, and finally attempting to put our master bedroom together (yep, that’s our bed still on the floor behind me!) After a really busy and full weekend, it was nice just to take a day and try to get our lives back in order. But let’s be honest, “order” is something I perpetually struggle with, so while some things were accomplished, I find myself trying to play catchup again today.
That’s kind of been the theme of this pregnancy, in so many ways. At the beginning I was feeling very sentimental, I wanted to cherish all the little moments of pregnancy knowing they would all be a series of goodbyes, this being our last. I wanted beautiful belly pictures, a journal I kept from day one, regular blog posts on pregnancy, letters to this unborn child, etc, etc.
Has this happened? Not exactly. Here I am, at the beginning of the third trimester. While March 30th, the day I got the plus sign, feels like a very long time ago…it also feels like I just blinked my eyes and 27 weeks passed. I haven’t documented as well as I’ve liked, I’ve complained more than I intended to, and in just three short months it will be over and this chapter of my life will close for good. The thought of all of this brings a serious mixed bag of emotions.
I’m going to take my own advice though, the advice I love passing out to everyone else…I’m giving myself grace. I’m learning that I can acknowledge the miracle unfolding inside me without having to necessarily document every second of it. I can enjoy the experience of baby kicks in the fleeting moments I notice them, while I chase my two boys around and clean the bathrooms. I’m learning this is just what it means to be a busy wife and mother and homemaker extraordinaire, and I can’t get hung up on the small stuff.
Just so I can say “I tried” though, I thought I would write down a few details about where I’m at right now:
The worst of my symptoms right now are just constant fatigue, swelling in my face and hands and ankles, waking up 4 or 5 times a night to go to the bathroom or massage out leg cramps, or the latest—restless legs syndrome!! Oh, and let’s not forget my incredible mood swings and general feelings of irritation :-)
I’ve gained anywhere from 20-23 pounds depending on the day and degree of my swelling.
I continue to crave fresh fruits and sugary candy, particularly gummies, and really ice cold water.
Zion is still really excited about having a new sister and asks tons of questions. Phoenix still doesn’t quite understand, though he’s talking about it more. He also claims to have a baby in his tummy too.
Paul is still sweetly excited too, though I know he’s a pretty typical male in that the whole idea of pregnancy is hard for them to wrap their minds around sometimes.
Mostly, I’m just extremely excited to meet this baby girl and see what she’s going to be like—her personality (please pray for no colic this time!), what she looks like, how she’ll fit in with our boys and the whole family. It’s going to be pretty special and I’m ready!