Whoa!! I’m officially in the third trimester of my pregnancy, and honestly, I’m indirectly freaking out a little. Or a lot..
Depending on where my thoughts take me in the moment. I cannot believe that we’re almost at the end already and we’ll soon be meeting Cay, and it’s really exciting!
Having a baby in the house again; breastfeeding, cute baby outfits, having the boys bonding with their baby sister and learning to love like a first time mama again.
Of course, there are many other things like sleep deprivation, endless baby laundry, recovery after labour, finding time for everything and so forth. Yet, somehow I just keep telling myself, I’ll deal with that when I face them, one at a time as they pop up. But the reality of becoming a mama of three still hasn’t sunk in, nor the strategy I’m supposed to be working out in my head about how on earth I’m going to handle everything on my plate.
Being a stay at home mama to two kids is already a juggling act, I sort of don’t want to think of how three kids will be. This is something I don’t think you can truly prepare for; once you’re actually in the moment and you’re living it, you really and truly embrace the change and adapt as you need to. There were quite a few changes that I experienced when Gremlin was born and I had to adjust to life with two kids, and I’m fairly curious to see how much life will change with three.
Speaking of reality, I’m feeling the difference in this pregnancy than I did with my first two. The biggest and most obvious difference I picked up on is the weight gain. I’ve managed to pick up almost 10kgs already and I kind of feel anxious knowing I still have three months left, and how much more weight I’m going to pick up. I know, I know, pregnancy weight is normal and it happens to everyone… I get it. But just because I know this, doesn’t mean I’m all too happy about it. I’ve also heard that you carry bigger with a girl than with a boy, and having experienced both sides, I can say that it’s pretty accurate.
The sniffles hit me a few days ago, and then the horrid flu set in. I’ve been sick before, severely sick with the flu, but it feels it’s so much worse during pregnancy. This is the first time I’ve ever been sick while pregnant and I don’t wish it upon anyone. Apart from the fact that you already have low energy levels and get tired much quicker, it feels like everything has been drained from your body and you can’t walk or move without feeling some pain, this pain being added onto the standard pregnancy aches and pains. Fun days.
And you can’t just take anything while pregnant, so it was all about getting on the phone, getting a script from my Doctor and then HB bringing the medals home. I’m starting to feel a little better, but I think I’ll celebrate once I feel fully cured.
So this pretty much sums up how I’m feeling right now; emotionally, mentally and physically.
While I can’t wait for Cay’s arrival and I want to hold her in my arms already, I know there’s still some time left. Time that I need to use to sort out the baby room (I still haven’t gotten around to it, eek!). Time that I need to spend with the boys, all three of them, before all our lives change with a little one at home.