Lemme just start off with a beautiful cliche disclaimer: Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. To know life is growing inside of you is amazing and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world right now.
Now that that’s out of the way…. I’ll say it. I’m over it. I’m approaching 30 weeks in a couple days and I want this kid out (not really I want him to be as healthy as possible when he’s born)!!! Who told me I could do this?! I’m not built for this! LOL. Pregnancy does so much to your body that NO amount of reading can prepare you for. Thank God for YouTube! If I didn’t learn so much from there, my doctor would block my number from the amount of times I call her to make sure something is normal.
I am now in the glorious third trimester of pregnancy where everything just seems to get bigger by the day. And by everything… I mean none of the important things that they tell you will get bigger. Like where are these great boobs I was supposed to get? Whomp! BabyLove is literally taking everything and I am ALL belly. I don’t mind because I love him to pieces and I know he needs everything he can get but geesh… A little boob never hurt anyone! LMAO. Before pregnancy I was 100 pounds… At almost 29 weeks I was 121! Sounds like nothing to some people but when you’re used to being THAT tiny all of your adult life… I feel like I’m doing a never ending gym workout. And don’t get me started on breathing! I actually went to triage at the hospital two weeks ago because this baby is SO big and I am SO tiny that he’s literally squishing my lungs and making it hard for me to catch my breath even laying down (I also can’t get too full because then the pressure from my stomach PLUS baby take up too much space in there)! I was worried about the amount of oxygen he was getting but of course the little brat was fine in there! But breathing is an everyday struggle that I still sometimes panic about because I have a history of asthma and you never forget the feeling of not being able to catch your breath.
All in all though OTHER than not being able to breathe and wondering where my boobs are.. I’m thankful to God that I’ve had an easy pregnancy. I have nothing to complain about (though hormones always help me find something) and I’m just anxiously awaiting the little prince’s arrival and mentally preparing for motherhood.