Giant…I feel like a giant! I don’t know how I have nine more weeks in which to grow!
Baby likes to keep to the right, which is putting considerable strain on my right, mid-back. He is also moving a lot, which can hurt, especially when he gets my ribs with those tiny feet!
I am feeling a real urge to get his room ready and his things prepared. I am very uncomfortable with the fact that we are not ready…even though I know we have some time.
I am getting very tired and sore. The pain is making it hard to sleep. My husband has been excellent with firm massages to free up my lower back, but I am experiencing pain in my back almost constantly. When I can manage a few hours in a row of sleep, I feel so much better for it the next day. So there’s my survival goal when baby comes – do everything I can to maximize my chances of three hour blocks!
In amongst all of the pain and fatigue and angst, there is also this pervading sense of joy. This is my tiny baby. My son. When he kicks at me, with one foot at a time, and I can distinguish it is one little limb, I experience such a surge of peace and happiness. I imagine what it will be like to see his baby feet. I imagine what it will be like to get to hold him on the outside, where it will be far more comfortable!
It’s getting scary and it’s getting exciting. It’s a pretty profound, life-changing experience.