As I sat up in bed last night at quarter past an hour that I definitely should have been deep into REM thanks to a nearly full term baby leaning with purpose against my bladder and diaphragm, I got a little sad. Not because I wasn’t asleep, but because I realized that it was almost over.
Most of my pregnancy has been uneventful. Really, all of it has, relatively speaking. Sure, there was some morning sickness (very little) in the few several weeks. There was also the requisite exhaustion in the first trimester, which went away only to return as expected now that I’m in my third trimester. My back hurts if I stand for long periods. I haven’t seen my shoes in a couple of months. And my heartburn exists even if all I’ve consumed for several hours of water.
In a few weeks times it’ll all be over. And that’s making me pretty sad.
Other than the few very minor complaints of the past 8+ months, I actually really enjoy being pregnant. There are few things more precious than carrying a child inside of you. Feeling my unborn daughter wiggle around — bumping up against my hip, hiccupping, kicking like she’s having a fetal tantrum — there’s just nothing like it. The second she makes her appearance on her birth day, we’ll simply and literally never be as close.
My stomach has gotten even more enormous over the past few weeks and I’m enjoying using it as an armrest. I’m reveling in the sweet smiles from strangers who instantly recognize I’m waddling for two. My husband lets me win even when we’re not playing or fighting. It’s one of those finite life experiences meant to be savored (if only I had vat of red wine to drink a toast or 20, it could be a perfect situation).
And while I wouldn’t mind a sound night’s sleep (and am particularly looking forward to taking half of an Ambien tonight for the first time), I’m not wishing the time away. This is my last pregnancy (let me repeat: this is my last pregnancy) and for better or worse, it’s almost over. I’m looking forward to meeting my new daughter, but at the same time I’m nostalgic about getting kicked out of the exclusive club that I feel blessed to have been a member twice.
Will you be glad to kiss the pains of pregnancy good-bye, or do you like being pregnant, too?
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