I'm convinced that the third trimester exists (not
just to finish growing the baby) but to make you so
unbelievably uncomfortable that all of your potential
fears about childbirth just melt away because you just
want this kid out of your body.
In the mornings it feels like being sore from a rigorous
yoga class where all you did was hip opening poses.
When walking anywhere further than 10 ft it seems
like that is exactly when the baby decides it's a really
good idea to just snuggle into your bladder or to
put so much pressure on your pelvic region that you
are sure he is trying to escape.
Overall I've enjoyed being pregnant, it's far exceeded
what I ever imagined it would be. I can see my early 20's self
rolling her eyes and totally not believing that statement, but it's
true. It has been magical to feel so connected to the universe
and to my body. To feel tiny kicks in my belly and to know that
I am growing a human without even really trying.
I feel lucky to have this gift.
And that my friends, is the Jekyll and Hyde part of the third trimester.
Where your body is endlessly uncomfortable but you still manage
to find the silver lining about your pregnancy. It's crazy but true,
so many feelings run through your head all at once, some are sad
some are happy, some don't make any sense. But I rest easy
knowing that all of my feelings are important and that they are
keeping me present in this process.
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