27 Weeks!
Davis and Daddy's first picture :)
A lot of women I've spoken to since I've been pregnant, really miss being pregnant themselves. I can only sit and wonder why. Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant, but I'm not in love with it like a lot of other women are. I'll just say that I'm 'in like' with it. I love the fact that certain doctors were wrong and that Michael and I are blessed to be able to have a child, but I don't want to make a career out of being pregnant. Trust me, after Davis is born, I think I'll be rejoicing over no more back pain and so forth. With that being said, I am officially in the third trimester. Where has all of my energy gone? And more importantly, where did the time go? The second trimester was a breeze. I feel like now, I could sleep for hours a night and still want to take a nap the next day. I've read and heard this is completely normal, that the third trimester you are just drained and I'm really feeling it. I'm in SHOCK that we should be expecting Davis' arrival in less than 90 days. LESS THAN 90 DAYS! Wow! My life is in a whirlwind of change and I have never been more excited. Just the thought of an empty bedroom will soon occupy my newborn baby. Thanksgiving and Christmas this year I get to spend with my new son. This actually makes my heart melt and I feel like I'm going to cry. I stand in his doorway sometimes in his empty room just staring at, thinking how our household and lives are about to change forever. It thrills me to thinking about Michael being a father and knowing he is going to be absolutely amazing at it. I have never seen him so excited about anything. I love when he talks to my belly and tells Davis how much he loves him. He reads him little stories before we go to bed sometimes and always tells Davis goodbye before he leaves for work. I am so lucky to have that man in my life. God has truly, truly blessed me.
At the beginning of my pregnancy, I thought since I was still smaller, I would not 'waddle.' Hahahaha! This is only the beginning. When my back is hurting, I look like a penguin. If Michael and I are out in public and he's holding my hand, I have to pull him back because I can't walk that fast anymore. I got real excited the other day because I waddled around the neighborhood for an hour and a half, but then came to the realization that it was probably because I'm just slow! Oh well. I feel like I'm starting to go through the 'nesting' period and it's killing me not to set Davis' room up. Our baby shower is coming up this next weekend, so I'm trying to hold myself back. Yes, it's hard since I'm not the most patient person. So, since I have nothing else to do, I've been rearranging his stuff. It really isn't much at all, but I've been putting what clothes that I have bought him in stacks according to month. Michael makes fun of me, but I feel like I have to do something. I'm trying not to get in the kitchen and completely rearrange it just yet to make room for bottles and such. That's a big task that I'll take on, um, tomorrow.
Davis and Daddy's first picture :)
A lot of women I've spoken to since I've been pregnant, really miss being pregnant themselves. I can only sit and wonder why. Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant, but I'm not in love with it like a lot of other women are. I'll just say that I'm 'in like' with it. I love the fact that certain doctors were wrong and that Michael and I are blessed to be able to have a child, but I don't want to make a career out of being pregnant. Trust me, after Davis is born, I think I'll be rejoicing over no more back pain and so forth. With that being said, I am officially in the third trimester. Where has all of my energy gone? And more importantly, where did the time go? The second trimester was a breeze. I feel like now, I could sleep for hours a night and still want to take a nap the next day. I've read and heard this is completely normal, that the third trimester you are just drained and I'm really feeling it. I'm in SHOCK that we should be expecting Davis' arrival in less than 90 days. LESS THAN 90 DAYS! Wow! My life is in a whirlwind of change and I have never been more excited. Just the thought of an empty bedroom will soon occupy my newborn baby. Thanksgiving and Christmas this year I get to spend with my new son. This actually makes my heart melt and I feel like I'm going to cry. I stand in his doorway sometimes in his empty room just staring at, thinking how our household and lives are about to change forever. It thrills me to thinking about Michael being a father and knowing he is going to be absolutely amazing at it. I have never seen him so excited about anything. I love when he talks to my belly and tells Davis how much he loves him. He reads him little stories before we go to bed sometimes and always tells Davis goodbye before he leaves for work. I am so lucky to have that man in my life. God has truly, truly blessed me.
At the beginning of my pregnancy, I thought since I was still smaller, I would not 'waddle.' Hahahaha! This is only the beginning. When my back is hurting, I look like a penguin. If Michael and I are out in public and he's holding my hand, I have to pull him back because I can't walk that fast anymore. I got real excited the other day because I waddled around the neighborhood for an hour and a half, but then came to the realization that it was probably because I'm just slow! Oh well. I feel like I'm starting to go through the 'nesting' period and it's killing me not to set Davis' room up. Our baby shower is coming up this next weekend, so I'm trying to hold myself back. Yes, it's hard since I'm not the most patient person. So, since I have nothing else to do, I've been rearranging his stuff. It really isn't much at all, but I've been putting what clothes that I have bought him in stacks according to month. Michael makes fun of me, but I feel like I have to do something. I'm trying not to get in the kitchen and completely rearrange it just yet to make room for bottles and such. That's a big task that I'll take on, um, tomorrow.
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thank you for your blog comment about my maternity pictures! :) I love how they turned out and for her to just be doing this maybe a month or so is unreal to me! :) she's a great friend and we'll treasure these pics forever! I was just reading your post above and you are totally right, the 3rd trimester to me is worse than the 1st one for me. They say that ur 1st and 3rd are the worst and your 2nd trimester is the best and I'M TOTALLY IN AGREEANCE w/that! the first trimester was NOTHING compared to this one though. I was only sick for like 8 weeks the 1st trimester but all the pain, discomfort and exhaustion this 3rd trimester has brought is 10x WORSE! i'm used to just going and going and now, that's not happening! also, my emotions are insane and i feel so sorry for my hubby, Josh. i've had a lot of meltdowns this weekend w/ alligator tears and red-faced breakdowns. we go tomorrow to see what the dr says and if there's STILL no dialation (i'll be 39 weeks tomorrow) then josh said, "well he's gonna HAVE TO do something to help this get going!" haha i think it's torture for him to see me like this.... i'll be praying for you.. :) ~God bless
I echo you on so many of your sentiments - everything from a wonderful husband, to the joys of the 3rd trimester, to new life changes! And, ha, I think I am starting to waddle, too. You look great, though!
i was not in love with being pg at all!! i felt a huge relief when my daughter came out, and my body was back to normal!!
I remember this! Trying to prepare and wanting to desperately get things done and driving my husband crazy!!! You are blessed.
I bet you have a hard time remembering life without him now, huh?
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