Yay!!!! My C-section is scheduled for a month from now! We are finally able to see an ending to this, the longest pregnancy that has ever been.
Seriously, doesn't it seem like I've been pregnant forever?
Doing the third trimester in summer is not something I would recommend. I can't believe how the heat effects me. I get dizzy and exhausted so quickly. Our outside ventures have had to be small ones, or next to water.
At the same time, I have very few obligations in the summer, and since the kids play on their own in the morning, I sleep in until 9 every day. That's a major perk.
I better not get used to it.
Of course, I get up to pee at least 5-6 times a night, so it isn't the greatest sleep. And the fact you're only allowed to sleep on your side during pregnancy makes me fantasize constantly about turning onto my back.
My doctor actually told me to try to only sleep on my left side with my legs bent together. The entire night. Yes, of course, I'd love to sleep in only one position for 6 months of my life. That sounds fun.
I've moved to the guest room so that I can splay myself across the entire bed.
I don't know why people say the romance is gone by this time in a pregnancy.
Last night was a doozy.
Shane ran me a very shallow bath.......
.....and then washed my feet because I can't really reach them.
There was lotion involved.
And pink fluffy socks.
We went on a date on Friday.
We had to move from our perfectly lovely outside table because I thought I'd pass out in the heat.
I waddled seductively to our new table.
Everything on the menu had major heartburn potential, so I settled on a california roll.
Still got heartburn.
I wore nylons to church. It sounded like I was in labor trying to get them on.
Both kids had to grab a leg to get them back off again.
Shane walked in on that.
I have no more shame.
The non-maternity yoga pants I've been wearing (everyday) have started ripping at the seams.
I had Shane grab the belly and try to stretch the fabric. While I was still wearing them.
At the same time of being super uncomfortable and unattractive, I am aware of what's going to happen in 4 weeks.
There will be a huge incision in my belly, a crying baby wanting to nurse constantly, and no cute reason for me to still look 6 months pregnant. I vacillate between elation and terror as I contemplate it.
As this is my last pregnancy, I'm just going to try to enjoy these last weeks of feeling this little miracle inside of me.
In the safety of our air-conditioned home.
(Can someone please bring me some chocolate chip cookies and a pizza?)