This is going to sound strange, but so far this last trimester has been the best. It just started, but besides being in pain and having a bit of fatigue I feel pretty good. Maybe I’m just getting used to what it is to be pregnant. My anxiety has gone down dramatically now that the kids would be pretty much in the clear if they were to be born early. I love to feel and see them moving every day. The weather is getting more and more bearable and my favorite season is just around the corner.
I feel very loved and supported by all of my friends and loved ones (especially after the responses I had to my last blog) and I can tell that Nate is getting into the baby thing more. He’s such a good dad already. I can tell just by the way he cares for me now that I’ve started getting Braxton Hick’s contractions and have a had a cold for about 5 days. It never ceases to amaze me how he can find time in his busy schedule to be extra kind to me after a long days work. Even when I wake up about 4-5 times a night he rolls over and asks me if I’m ok almost every time. (Except now I sleep in a different bed because I can’t bare to wake him up so often.) It’s those small things that make my heart melt and feel secure all at the same time.
The only downside so far to this trimester is it seems to have zapped my creative juices, I mean my grumbling sarcasm.
I have no doubt those juices will quickly return as you experience up the back blowouts, curdled milk spit up, and the ever entertaining uncontrollable urge all little baby boys have to start to tinkle before mommy has a chance to switch diapers.
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