Sometime between 32 and 33 weeks, around 2 or 3am, it hit me... I'm pregnant. REALLY pregnant. Clearly I've been aware of my pregnancy this whole time, but it just hadn't felt like this before. Or how it's felt ever since... Don't get me wrong, I still love being pregnant. It has been an amazing experience. But as we get closer and closer to the big day, I cannot help but be physically ready. Mentally, well, that's a whole other blog.
I breath heavy, snore like a sailor, and have been a bit more... on edge?! I can barely put on my own shoes and only have one coat that actually buttons (and that one button is on it's last string!) When I wake up in the middle of the night for one of my frequent trips to the bathroom, I have to actually sit and make sure that I can take in two full breaths before standing, fearing that I might pass out on my way there (yes, my bathroom is only 5 steps away from my bed...) Poor Tinley thinks I'm losing my mind. And, did I mention that I'm huge?!
I do enjoy having Matt tuck me in at night, literally. I have him sausage me in between two pillows so that I don't roll onto my back while sleeping, making my hands and feet go numb... it feels fantastic until I need to switch sides, which turns into a 3 ring circus. Luckily for Matt he's been able to sleep through the whole ordeal every night (a prelude to "I'm sorry, I just don't hear the baby cry", no doubt.)
But I do consider myself extremely lucky, as it took me almost 33 weeks to have this "holy cow" moment. Some women experience it much, much earlier (so I've heard). Hard to believe though that there are only five and a half weeks left...