33 weeks and counting...
To me, six and a half weeks seems like an eternity. I simply cannot wait 47 more days to meet our daughter. I want to know if she will be dark-haired, freckle-faced and fiery, or will she be light-haired and mild-mannered? Will her arrival be early, or will she dig her heels in and come late? Amidst all of the wondering, two things are certain; she is already adored and she is making herself known. Her constant poking, kicking, and rib-jabbing are somewhat uncomfortable yet welcome reminders that she is healthy, growing and undoubtedly carving out her space in our lives.
I have been incredibly fortunate with this pregnancy. Morning sickness immediately tapered off after the first trimester, I haven't had any complications, and my cravings haven't sent Charley to the store in the middle of the night (yet). However, I feel selfish admitting that I struggle to imagine 47 more days of pregnancy. My patience and emotional stability are plummeting, and my ability to sleep and sit comfortably seems nonexistent. If I do end up falling asleep, I typically wake up within an hour. I no longer fit into my shoes, and don't think I'd be able to tie or zip them even if I could. There is not a shred of doubt in my mind that this will all be worth it - I just can't wait to see the little person who will make all of these small discomforts a thing of the past.
Favorite moments: watching Charley put baby furniture together on our first anniversary, pulling a massive pink wad of lint from the lint trap after doing my first load of baby clothes, ultrasounds (I could lay there for hours watching her), putting the nursery together with my mom, eating something that truly hits the spot...
Parts of pregnancy that I didn't expect: that almost all of my shirts will have belly stains, how BIG my belly can actually get, how funny it looks to try and sit up, how people stare at my stomach instead of looking at my face when I walking down the street, how sweet strangers can be...
Biggest challenges: not feeling like myself, being away from my family, not drinking wine, keeping my cat out of the crib, not feeling in control of my body/self/emotions...
