The third trimester feels like being in the top of the ninth and praying for a home run. It is the final stretch and it is definitely the hardest of the three trimesters. I would almost welcome back the first trimester with its coma like sleep, and nausea to trade for the third trimester symptoms. I wanted to go ahead and write this post in case Baby Girl joins the world before I get the opportunity to!
You’re ROUND: At least I am. I am 35 weeks and VERY round. Bending over? HA. That’s laughable. If I drop something, I just look at my husband and he graciously picks it up. My belly rests on the top of my thighs and feels like it’s not even apart of my body. I bump into things constantly because I’m not used to having such…girth to deal with. And people have started to stare at me and give a look of either sympathy or “WHOA look at the circus freak.”
Heartburn: The creeping fiery sensation is essentially non-stop. Tums help…kind of. In one week, I went through a large bottle of Tums Ultra 1000. There are times when no amount of Tums or ice water help cool my poor esophagus.
Swelling: I thought I would escape the wrath of the dread swollen cankles, but alas, I was wrong. When I returned to work as a teacher, my feet and toes turned into painful sausages. Propping up my feet and resting helps most of the time. Sometimes the swelling carries over into the next day. Right now, I can only wear one pair of flats and two pairs of sandals.
Excitement: My excitement to meet my little girl is killing me. Now that I know she will be here in about a month(ish) I am dying to see her face. Being pregnant is the hardest form of delayed gratification. Everything is ready for her and I can’t wait to see her.
Clothing: Invest in comfortable clothes that help you feel stylish. Some days its the only thing that helps me get through the day.
Belly Touching: I don’t mind belly touching and rubs from people that I know. Thankfully I have not experienced the dreaded stranger touch, but I’ve heard that it happens. There’s something about being pregnant that makes others think that your belly is no longer apart of you and not your property.
Comments: I’ve mentioned this in my last post, but most people have been extremely kind and helpful during my pregnancy. I described it to a friend like this: People are either kind or cruel, there is no in between. I think most of the time people don’t think about what they say and a cruel comment comes out. Every now and then I’ll throw a sarcastic comment in return to get the point across. Just learn to be really good at a fake smile and laugh, and let that hurtful comment roll off your round belly.