Tick-Tock, tick-tock: How can time move so slowly yet so quickly at the same time?
Here we are in the 3rd trimester and I find myself oscillating between this being the slowest journey of my life and the idea that there will be a real live little baby here in 3 months or less!!! Things are certainly changing (starting with my waist line) and I now feel like a genuine, bonafide pregnant person complete with all the nuances. Here are a few reasons that I know I have arrived in trimester 3:
- We need to buy stock in a dairy to support my out-of-this world milk habit. Truly, I feel as though this much milk cannot be healthy and certainly is not normal yet I cannot help myself
- The "advice" from strangers has dramatically increased. Unfortunately, this advice is of the variety of "get your rest now, you will never sleep again" and "oh, better prepare yourself for a BIG baby" all of which I could really do without
- Sitting or lying down comfortably have become a thing of the past and I have a feeling walking and breathing will be close behind
- I now know what heart burn is and I believe that the name is an appropriate descriptor
- Everything is always on the "tip of my tongue" which is really my professional excuse for "I can't remember a darn thing."
- Staying awake past 8:30pm is a major feat.
- I am starting to dream about labor and it is not pretty
Of course all of these tell-tale signs are easy to handle given what the outcome will be. Harper now uses the womb as her own personal kick-boxing gym so I am constantly reminded that she is in there and she is growing and she is a strong little bugger already. Here's to the final stretch!
