One day you’re wearing Old Navy & Gap tall sizes just fine, feeling all cute and pregnant.
Above: Week 25
And then one day you can’t button any of your winter coats, you’re buying Tums for the first time in your life ever, you’re waking up multiple times a week with muscle cramps in your legs and feet and seriously child, would you please MOVE off my bladder.
I have to pee ALL the time.
Above: Week 28
Trimester the Third, we are not really friends.
I can still tie my own shoes, but just barely. Bending over and reaching the floor is an issue, but actually getting up is the bigger problem.
My belly button, once a loyal member of Team Innie, is barely hanging on to its insider status. I’ll spare you a photo, but it looks totally different than it used to, and the skin is all soft and squishy and tender to the touch. It’s like all the little wrinkles are unfolding and that skin has never seen the light of day before. So weird.
I have to pee ALL THE TIME.
Despite regular visits to the chiropractor and a OB-prescribed back brace, my SI joint pain has not improved, and it has been 20 weeks since I have been able to comfortably roll over in bed. The simple act of getting out of bed or up from a couch is often tear-inducing and requires help. Honestly? It’s really tough emotionally. I cry a lot. My back issues have definitely been the worst part of being pregnant. I would NOT be a good candidate for long-term chronic pain.
The baby is about 17 inches long and weighs 3.5 pounds. I’ve gained 23.5 so far, so despite occasionally feeling like a whale, we’re both right on track.
Most people think of in-utero babies being in the fetal position. I’m convinced mine spends much of its day doing jumping jacks, making snow angels, kickboxing my internal organs, practicing tae bo and doing other calisthenics and cardio. At least that makes one of us.
My uterus is now larger than a soccer ball, in case you aren’t terrified of pregnancy yet. Good lands. Bodies are insane and amazing and whoa. However, my blood pressure is AWESOME, and I have not developed gestational diabetes, for which I am very thankful.
I have to pee ALL the time.
The baby gets hiccups several times a day. I can feel the rhythmic “hic, hic, hic” clear as day.
And I’m tired. Not really sleepy, but I feel like I just worked out most of the day, except all I did was carry a laundry basket up the stairs. The struggle is real, kids.
“What’s my birth plan?” you ask. Make it out alive, all 3 of us. Really. That’s the whole thing. We haven’t taken our birthing class yet, obviously.
Also, we don’t yet have a car seat that fits my car, any diapers, or a name. But, we do have amazing friends throwing showers for us, an almost-mama who is in full-on nesting mode, an almost-daddy who likes to sing silly love songs about the baby and the belly, and we’ve still got 8-10 weeks before the baby’s due date. We can do this.
You might need to remind me of that at least twice a day between now and then.
We’re going to be a three-family, and I have to pee ALL the time.