I am very tired today. All I did was take a long walk, and I ended up collapsing on the couch and falling asleep with Eli while watching Maggie and The Ferocious Beast. I even slept a good eight hours last night, too. Unless you count waking up to pee, and oh my gosh is that getting old fast. Good thing that little pregnancy side effect will be over soo- oh wait! Ha ha!
The Braxton Hicks are getting stronger lately, some honest to goodness painful, so I suppose I'll have to mention that to my doctor on Monday. I'm kind of dreading it, because I'm worried she'll start checking cervix status and all that and somehow I'll end up on bedrest ALREADY. It would totally be worth it to ensure the baby's safety, obviously, but I'm feeling so good lately and I so want to have a fun summer with the kids before the baby arrives. So all of you who've had multiple kids can just feel free to chime in about how frequently your belly felt tight and crampy when you were pregnant with number three.
Other than the peeing thing and the crampy thing, I've been feeling more or less great lately. It's that mythical "good trimester" thing that I never really experienced the last time around! Given the Braxton Hicks, though, I'm trying to take it easy and not go too crazy with projects just because I feel better, so the house is not as clean as I like it, and I haven't done a darn thing on my nesting list. Still haven't really thought about names, and the only planning and dreaming I've done is for the summer: multiple cottage trips to Canada, possibly a twelve hour road trip to Charleston to visit my older sister (with both kids! I know! I know! I'm out of my mind, clearly,) gardening, sitting outside on the deck while the kids play. Grilling. Enjoying yummy summer food. I practically start drooling thinking about corn on the cob and watermelon and REAL tomatoes and ice cream cones and... Well. Can you tell I'm not really nauseous anymore? And also really really hungry?
I think that I'm still in a pinch-me, I'm actually, really pregnant! phase, AND I still can't wrap my head around the reality of three kids in the fall, so I'm just trying to anticipate the next bend in the road and not freak myself out thinking too far ahead! I do find myself noticing cute little babies more than usual, though. I saw a little girl in a sunhat today, about six months old, that nearly slayed me with her adorable-ness. I wanted to walk up and ask her (perfect stranger) mother if I could hold her for a minute. MAAAYBE pinch a cheek, too.
Is it normal to be feeling not all that impatient for the baby's arrival? Because both other times, I felt like every single day was a grueling test of my patience, and this time I just feel so happy, most of the time, and perfectly content with where I am in terms of gestation. It seems strange to me because this is the pregnancy I have worked the hardest for, wished for the most fervently, so wouldn't I be just DESPERATE to see the baby already? Or maybe because I wanted to maintain a pregnancy so badly, I'm just ready to enjoy being pregnant for once instead of being so anxious to move on to the next phase?