Eight months today and feeling….well…not great?.?
It seems not a person can pass me by without asking me how I’m feeling, when the baby is coming, or what I’m having. I don’t mind the attention, of course, but I’m getting tired of hearing myself repeating the same answer after answer. The last question has incited a lot of enjoyable “mom of 3 girls stories” and I’m ever more excited to be welcomed into that circle.
I’ve hit a wave of nesting energy and I’m sleeping great at night. I just wish I had the forte to tackle the one project on my list that is driving me the most crazy but seems the most out of reach (right now): cleaning up the yard beds. I swear I will get a contraction one minute, glance out the window and see a weed the next and my body instantly recoils and says, “nope, not today”.
Admittedly, I have been unreasonably irritable lately (but nothing some vitamin D can’t fix, thank you, Lord, for the change of seasons), I am starting to experience some swelling (never had that in my other two pregnancies), and I have so much Relaxin flowing through my body that if someone were to tap me behind the knees, I think I would drop to the floor.
If you google the signs of early labor (trust me, I have), I’ve experienced pretty much everything on the list except for losing water. This is the first time I’ve experienced any labor progress early, so I guess I am paying extra attention right now too. On one hand I feel like my water could break any moment, on the other hand, I feel like it’s the third pregnancy so my body is extra jumpy and she will keep me waiting every single day of this last month.
This is also the first pregnancy where I’ve experienced any sort of Braxton Hicks but as of this past week, now I know why all the pregnant ladies complain about them. Saturday night I had about three hours of non-painful ones coming every 10 minutes. Obviously it didn’t amount to anything, and thankfully so because it still is just a bit too early, but I am starting to warm up to the idea of an April baby rather than a Mayby, if need be.
In the killing of time and burn of nesting, here are some projects I’ve made recently:
The girls decided I needed some extra additions in my hospital bag (which is mostly packed but I can’t quite bring myself to finish it yet):
See you in the next 4 weeks, Mayby! We CAN’T WAIT to meet you -xoxo!