First of all, I know how much of a blessing it is to have a healthy, full term pregnancy and that not all women are able to carry full term. I really do.
But let me tell you, God knew what.was.up when He designed women. You find out you’re pregnant and you’re so excited, it seems like your due date is so far away and you just can’t wait. Then somewhere along the way you have a panic attack and think, holy crap we’re already this close to the due date!? Then again, further on in the pregnancy as you get loser to your due date, you can’t help but think could these last few weeks go any slower!?
And I knew this time would come, it was just a matter of when. When I was pregnant with Rylee, it happened about 2 weeks before my due date. It seems as with most things this pregnancy, it’s happening much sooner this time around.
Yep, that’s right. I’ve reached the point of pretty much being over it. Ready to be done.
I’m sure these feelings have absolutely nothing to do with…
The fact that my stomach feels like it’s on a constant state of stretch. * That every time I stand up I have to pee. * That I feel like if I make any sudden movements I may accidentally fart at an inopportune time. * That I’ve already gained more weight so far that I did my entire pregnancy with Ry. * That each morning when my alarm goes off, the first thing that pops into my head is an inappropriate 4-letter word, no matter how much sleep I got. * Armpit Boobs. * Occasional cankles. * The waddle. * That with the amount of panting and huffing and puffing I do, it sounds like I just completed level 3 of The Shred and all I did was change my pants without sitting down first. * Spreading feet. * Leg cramps in the middle of the night. * The lack of mojitos I am able to consume. * That I can’t bend over to reach my toes. * That I can’t bend forward in the car to pick something up off the floor. * That if I sit too long, my hips hurt. * If I stand too long, my back hurts. * If I lie down for too long, my hips just flat out don’t work. * That I get a muffin top when I put on my elastic waisted maternity pants. * That I’m up about 4 times a night just to pee.
And yes, I’m fully aware I still have FOUR WEEKS TO GO.
The good news is this feeling really does come and go. And apparently I don’t look ready to be done. Just today I’ve received a handful of compliments…saying I look all cute and fancy and what not. One person even told me I’ve got that “pregnancy glow”.
Little do they know I’m only wearing a dress because I didn’t feel like putting on pants today.
Updated 6.21 to add: You know the best part of all this? I KNOW I’m not alone! My girl Brandy, due less than a week after me is on the same page, and even blogged about it today not even realizing I had done the same thing! This is why I love this girl!
What about you? When did you hit the point of just plain being done? What were the things that drove you to that point?