I feel like I just announced on the blog that we are expecting. It seems like yesterday I made Mike come with me to the store to grab a test even though I was sure it would be negative. I can still vividly remember the bliss of sleeping through the night without nature calling me to the bathroom.
But here we are at 28 weeks and the start of the third trimester. The baby won’t be here tomorrow, but little sprout is much closer to the big debut than not. Holy. Crap.
Are we ready? Kind of. Friends, family and coworkers have been so generous and we have received too many gifts and hand-me-downs to list. We have important things like the car seat, breast pump and stroller. The crib and dresser are ordered and the nursery is hopefully two – four weeks away from being 100% done. Our birth class is booked (end of June) and we have appointments scheduled with the other doctors in our practice who may be our doctor during “show time.”
We have some names in mind but need to do a lot more work on those. We know three baby boys who will be born before sprout so that is adding additional pressure to have at least three or four options on our short list. Oy.
My nesting and obsessive need to clean instincts are in full effect, which is really hard because our house is a disaster zone. Our old office setup that was in the nursery is scattered throughout the basement, which is why I haven’t posted any reveal pictures. All of the baby items we received don’t have a place in the nursery yet so they live in our sitting room, just a few steps from our front door. Mary Poppins, where are you when I need you?
But I know one thing. I cannot wait to meet sprout. He or she is kicking like crazy and loves taking aim at my right rib in particular. Sprout especially likes to show off his or her rib-kicking skills at night when I am trying to relax and watch TV and then again when I crawl into bed. The whole thing is magical and extremely uncomfortable all at the same time.
I also spend a lot of time thinking, “I am going to be a mom.” Soon a little person will count on me for everything, and then even when our son or daughter can be wholly self sufficient, I will still be “mom.” Forever. It is thrilling, daunting, humbling…there are so many emotions running through my heart and soul. It is still surreal.
Any tips for staying healthy, happy and sane in the final trimester?