As of yesterday, I’m 28 weeks pregnant and have officially entered the third and final trimester of this little adventure. Every day I still find myself a little surprised that I’ve made it this far, considering all the feelings of foreboding I had throughout the first trimester.
The second trimester was very kind to me. The nausea disappeared at about 14 weeks, right around the time I began feeling the first flutters of movement. It’s been pretty uneventful (with the exception of the one trip to the ER for the mystery pain, which has never returned and remains a mystery), and uneventful in pregnancy is a very good thing.
I saw my midwife this morning and here’s how things are cooking up: I’ve gained 22 pounds, I’m measuring right on target, and my blood pressure has remained excellent (woo hoo!). Baby Girl (yes, we have a name, but it remains a secret until she’s born – sorry) is very active. It’s my favorite part of pregnancy, feeling all that movement, communing with her before she’s even born. I’m having a nice, healthy pregnancy – not bad for an old gal like me, huh?
Overall I still feel really good, but my energy and stamina are beginning to wane. Despite the usual discomforts like heartburn and backaches, I’m in no hurry for this to come to an end (sure, I say that now . . .). It’s not that I don’t feel ready to add another baby to our brood, it’s mostly that I’m really just enjoying this a lot. This is absolutely the last time I’m going to do this (no, really), and I want to savor every moment of it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the birth. I do have some anxiety about the pushing-a-baby-out-of-there part of it – I’m under no illusions, I know it’s gonna hurt. I need to reread Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth for some inspiration. Mostly I’ve been thinking about the atmosphere I’d like to have surrounding the birth, though. I want a celebration. I want champagne and birthday cake and laughter. I want to go out of this whole childbearing thing on a high note, you know?