This Saturday marks the beginning of my third trimester. I cannot believe that I am already through with the extreme tiredness of first trimester and the honeymoon of second. I have to admit, I am a bit nervous about this last part of the whole process: the aches and pains everyone talks about, and then of course, taking care of a human life for the rest of my life…that too.
However, not to sound like I’m bragging, but this pregnancy has been very easy on me. Ellen is a well-behaved fetus, and I have felt comfortable and happy for pretty much the entire thing. My cravings have been few so far: the occasional baked potato crisis, baked beans at 3am and donuts and fried fish for breakfast that one time… I haven’t felt very uncomfortable or emotional either.
The only thing I can really say that has affected me is my brain. Women talk about it all the time: baby sucking brain. And, I am here to say it is all too true. Of course, there are the forgivable and understandable instances of leaving lights on, forgetting to run the dishwasher, leaving my shopping lists at home, etc. But then, there are the more laughable instances that have been becoming more frequent as third trimester approaches. Last week, I tried to flush the toilet with the light switch and scrub a pot out with an oven mitt. Then there are all of the bruises on my hips from running into my dresser everyday. It’s not even really in my walking path. All I have to say is, if this is the worst I have it, I consider myself lucky!
The other thing I have noticed is that my patience and anxiety in certain areas in life are improving — namely the fact that I have stopped myself from freaking out with every little change my body goes through. I was nervous at the start of this journey that I would be on WebMD each night looking up to see how bad I had it, and at first, I was. WebMD told me I had an ectopic pregnancy, a tumor, kidney failure, and liver failure. None of these things were true, of course. Turns out I am just pregnant and weird things happen. So, as the weeks have been flying by, I am learning to sit back, relax and let my body do its weird things. I always keep my doctor in the loop, but he hasn’t run away screaming yet. I’ll take that as a good sign.
So, keep me, Ellen and Mike in your prayers as we enter the last 13 weeks of pregnancy. Pray that the third trimester is as manageable as the first two were.
She will be here so soon, and then I can worry about her instead!