I am having sporadic Braxton Hicks contractions. This is when my stomach tightens as hard as a rock and then releases a few seconds to a few minutes later. They are mostly painless. Sometimes, however, they are very uncomfortable. Last night, in fact, I got worried that I was going into labor. I didn’t tell Rich. I just asked him to drive us home from visiting family instead of me driving. Later I realized the pain wasn’t contraction pain. We’ll just leave it at that. [wink]
I am 27 weeks pregnant. I will enter the third trimester this week. Time is starting to fly. Sometimes too fast. My sister-in-law asked me last night if I am getting excited for the baby to come. My answer was a mixture of yes and no. It’s far easier to take care of a baby when it’s inside of your belly.
I finished adding items to my baby registry. My lovely friend EW is giving me a baby shower in a few weeks. She’s a doll, that woman. I am looking forward to it in every way. My first baby shower was a double shower with my sister AK because our adorable 4 year olds were born a whopping 3 weeks apart. We still have the coolest bond from being Mommies of same aged kids. I declined baby shower offers when I was pregnant with my 2 year old. I still had everything left from my daughter — heck, she was only 19 months old when he was born. Everything was still fairly new. Then we gave it all away. That is why I didn’t decline EW’s offer to throw me one this time. And I really need a day away from being Super Mom.
So false contractions (among other things) plague me morning, noon, and night. Heartburn is still wickedly harsh too. But the baby moves so much right now and I can feel every little motion it seems. That’s my favorite part about being pregnant. Soon the baby will be so big and so cramped that it won’t seem as active. For now, though, I am going to enjoy the middle of the night gymnastics.
This is my last pregnancy. For real. I already scheduled the tubal ligation to take place following the c-section. This is it. And I am hanging on to the things that I enjoy and tolerating better than ever the things I don’t.
Am I excited for the baby to come? Most of the time.
But I am also going to miss being pregnant for the first time in my life.
Disclaimer: This post is all about me, my friends, and my family. Any similarities to your life… coincidence. The picture is not of me or of anyone I know.