Time is disappearing at an alarming rate. I am just three weeks out from the third trimester and from what I have read, I don’t want to get there too quickly!
My little boy has become more and more active as the weeks go by. My little tenant loves to let me know he is there, especially when I have just lay down or started attempting to meditate after yoga.
As much as it has made me more in awe of this process I am going through, and reinforced why I am doing it, his little movements have also helped him start his bond with his father. My love likes to sit or lie with a hand or his head on my belly when we are relaxing together in the evening. It is the most amazing thing to see his reaction when baby prods at him.
Pregnancy is simultaneously tiring, painful, scary, awe-inspiring and ultimately bringing me around to a fuller sense of the world and my part in it.
When I see tiny baby clothes I get such a sense of excitement for when I can snuggle with my little boy! When I see other babies, I get a tingling sense of joy for the fact that I will soon have one of these!
I have had some of those excruciating calf cramps that have woken me up in the early hours of the morning, the first one panicked me and I was practically hyperventilating as I tried to remember how to relieve it!
I have been super hungry. Super tired. Struggling to sleep comfortably for more than one or two hours at a time. So I am trying to actively remind myself to take it easy and rest more frequently. This is hard to do when I am getting married in three weeks, but I am trying!