The Home Stretch

I am officially in what they say is the home stretch....3rd trimester. Even more of a reality check. While I still have 10-12 weeks to go, the time has already flown by. It is with that realism that time will continue to fly that my panic is starting to set in. All the feelings of anxiousness (ready for this baby to be out!), nervousness (what in the world have I gotten myself into!), and excitement (I can't wait to meet her!) are setting in and starting to overwhelm me. I have been good up to this point in blocking those feelings out because I could always say I still had time. But the closer and closer the due date gets, the more and more absolutely out of my mind I feel. I guess putting the baby's room together really hit it home even more that this baby is going to be here before we know it. But I continue to take one day at a time and try to wrap my arms around what is to come and at the same time maintain some level of sanity. Some days are better than others.

As for the pregnancy as a whole, I can honestly say that I have few complaints. The heartburn is pretty bad and I have seemed to develop a cough as a result of all the acid in my stomach but Zantac is a wonderful thing let me tell you. I am also not too fond of the whole waddling thing I am doing as it is not real convenient but it's not stopping me from getting where I need to be. Having to ensure a 3 hour glucose tolerance test that have made me look like a new heroin addict with all these track marks is also not on my list of top enjoyment activities but it is a necessary evil to ensure that myself and the baby are ok for the remainder of this trip. Sleeping has become a little more of a challenge and it sometimes seems like a king sized bed is just not big enough. But I am surviving all these challenges.

Mike has been wonderful through all of this so far....extremely tolerant and very good at masking his definite aggravation with me at times. He even "suffered" through his first physical in over 10 years since I nagged him constantly about it. I was amused at how he hated giving blood and how much he said it hurt. Yet another reason I am convinced as to why men don't have babies. But he has been my rock and I am reminded all the time why I married him. When I never thought I would find someone to measure up to my expectations, I found him and I continue to be amazed by him.