This week Mayby is the size of a cucumber….
But with a belly like that, who’s to really say?
I’m 26 weeks now and it’s official: I’m pregnant! I’ve started to get stranger comments so if there was any doubt before, I think we can now safely put it to rest.
Twenty-six weeks also means that I’m one week away from…gulp…the third trimester. I know, crazy right? We can’t believe it either. I was enjoying the second trimester so much that I’m kinda sad to say goodbye. I remember the days being pregnant with MG just c-r-a-w-l-i-n-g by and I’m kinda wishing this one would slow down a bit too.
But God has a way of preparing you for the next stage and I’m already starting to feel some of the groanings of the third trimester: more fatigue, a bit of sciatia, the tight-as-a-tick belly after eating (no matter the size of the meal), the slightest touch of heartburn at night (just enough to get me excited that maybe she’s growing some hair in there!!), ribaches and backaches at the end of the day, an underestimate of the size of my belly (we’re getting to the stage where it’s not uncommon to look down and find a splotch of pasta sauce or chocolate ice cream on a not too discreet spot on my protruding belly) and a belabored dread of bending over.
Oh and feeling much better too. Other than getting “sympathy belly” every time someone mentions the (shudder, shudder) nasty stomach bug that is going around right now. Every once in a while the nausea will return at night and then it becomes a game of pregnancy or Norovirus? Kind of like the gunshot or fireworks? game on the fourth of July, but much less exciting.
It’s just the beginning, but it’s the beginning of the end (sniff, sniff). Bittersweet because I don’t know if I’ll ever do this again (Lord willing, maybe?), but sweet because I also get more excited everyday about meeting her.
MG is too! Just in the past month or so, she has become very curious about my big belly and about all of this sister talk. She asks questions about her all the time. “Mama help me? Change Mayby’s diaper?” translation: Mama will I be able to help you change Mayby’s diaper? (oh yes, child, as often as your little heart desires)
Oh, and one final note to all pregnant women: don’t watch the Business of Being Born Pt 2 at 26 weeks into your second pregnancy. It will send you straight into full-blown Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder. And Lord have mercy, there’s no going back now…
See you in (eek) 3 months, Mayby!