As the months turned into weeks, and the weeks start winding down (soon) into just days, I've spent a lot of time reflecting on the journey we've been on over the past 9 months. Every single night I climb into bed and give thanks for making it through another day pregnant. I have not taken a single day for granted. Given the issues we had at the start and the ongoing health concerns throughout, it has been a very challenging 9 months. But for Thanksgiving today, I thought I would write about my favourite things about the 3rd trimester of pregnancy, just some of the wonderful aspects that I have been so incredible thankful for being able to experience for a second a time.
I love nesting. I never feel more like myself then when I can be creating something special for the wonderous little people around me (or soon to be around me). I'm fairly sure my nesting instinct kicked in a few years back and never really switched off again, but regardless, I just love it. I haven't so much found myself with the urge to scrub the floors and the pile of clothes draped over the bath doesn't bother me in the slightest, but the urge to sew, glue, repaint, bake and rearrange furniture has kept me plenty busy. We are waiting to meet the little guy to announce his name, and then I can share our nursery photos but for now I love sitting in his room and daydreaming about the little boy soon to join our family.
I do keep having to edit myself this time around though, because whilst I think white glitter windows on a blue plane is still totally appropriate for a boy, my Husband just keeps coming back to, "if you to ask, you know the answer is probably no". Sigh.
2. Being "definitely or definitively pregnant".
The amount of people that made that comment over the past few weeks s is quite funny! Having popped much later this time around, I've actually really enjoyed finally getting to this stage of bumpdom, especially knowing I don't have to carry this bump around for all that much longer.I am carrying so differently to when I was pregnant with Maddie and the most repeated description of my bump is "compact". As a 5'10 tall woman, I can assure you, I don't get called compact all that often, and so I am LOVING it!
Baby's, not so much mine! I had forgotten all about how adorable it is to feel the baby hiccuping! It's just the cutest sensation, feeling the regular little jerking inside my belly and imagining his tiny little body flailing around with each incredible hic! This little guy has been packing some power behind his punches for some time now, so when I get to feel little sweet hiccups, it is very welcomed change of pace for a few minutes!!
4. The world supports you.
Soon enough the world will resume rotating around the little ones again, but for last stages of pregnancy, there is a lovely blanket of support and interest surrounding the mother-to-be. Strangers smile at you (often with a sympathy, but a smile is a smile); everyone helps you carry things; friends want to see bump-dates regulary; big-sisters-to-be kiss your belly and have conversations and generally melt your heart on a daily basis; and if you do have a little irrational melt down over who turned your air con off on a 48 degree day, you get a get-out-of-bitchdom-free card on account of your raging hormones. Although this last one probably shouldn't be used too often!!
5. The comical levels that baby-brain has now reached.
I initially was frustrated at how forgetful I was becoming, but now we just have a good laugh at me!! I didn't really suffer this level of forgetfulness when I was pregnant with Maddie and wonder whether each pregnancy compounds the amount of density!! I'm rarely tasked with important pieces of information to hold onto these days, so we just have a giggle and start new conversations half way through others that have otherwise trailed off into oblivion.
However, the kitchen is a relatively dangerous place these days! Twice in one morning I forgot that I was cooking. Firstly I put some butter in the pan and wandered off upstairs for a few minutes, only to return to smoking butter. Yikes. If only I was aiming for a burnt butter sauce! And then not ten minutes later, having cleaned the pan, added fresh butter and two eggs to be cooked, I wandered off again (perhaps I really should be chained to the sink!!). I came back down a few minutes later and asked Pete innocently what he was cooking for breakfast! Absolutely nothing had registered that I had put them on. I've been more careful in the kitchen since then, and regularly check the oven/stove is off - and use my timer every time. However, again, this only adds comical moments to the day too, for 9/10 when the timer "bings" it is met with a blank look of what on earth that could be!! It's a wonder we have anything edible coming out of the kitchen at all these days!
6. Impending cuddles
And the very best part of the third trimester without a doubt is getting closer and closer to meeting our little boy. There's of course a healthy dose of nerves and anxiety as well, but for these final weeks, we prefer daydreaming about the snuggles, milk-comas and the explosion of love that we are about to experience all over again. I have been counting down the sleeps until we meet this little guy and just couldn't be more excited to finally get to hold him in my arms and smother him in kisses.
With such a short time left in this pregnancy, I am going to cherish each kick, take loads of photos of my fully-bloomed belly, and soak in our last moments of a family of three.