The time is drawing near, the end is in site and this big ol’ belly of mine needs to evict its prisoner sooner, rather than later.
I’ve lamented about restless leg syndrome, I’ve slept fewer hours over the past 4 months of being pregnant than I ever imagined possible and have busted the seems out of almost all my maternity clothes. Yes folks…it’s time.
I’m spite of some of the later difficulties that have been very, very difficult (I complained a fair bit about it but in all honesty, there have been many nights that I didn’t think I was going to make it another day without sleep, many hysterical tears and even a thought or two of sheer desperation that I will not detail now) and having to leave work several weeks earlier than planned and ending up on an odd version of bedrest, this has been my most comfortable and productive pregnancy of the 3.
I’m pretty proud of what I accomplished over the past 39 (and counting) weeks. I won’t say it was my most active and I’ve gained more weight than I did with my second (about 35ish pounds in all) but the one things I wanted to achieve this time around, I think I did with great success: Not stress about anything other than growing a healthy little boy or girl. This time around, it wasn’t about clocking a certain number of miles, only gaining minimal weight or denying every indulgence out there (though admittedly, I probably should have denied myself one or two of those ice cream sundae’s…). It was about embracing my body, the changes it was going through and sticking to the things that I already understood about myself. My nutrition was good, I ran up to and including 37 weeks (including a 10k race at 22 weeks and a 4.3 mile relay leg at 27 weeks-> my first ever races done pregnant) and never forced myself beyond what felt comfortable for the sake of looking like a total badass. The truth is: I’m not and I never will be and I don’t care. You don’t have to be badass to do awesome things. It took me 3 pregnancies to learn that. My eggs can officially retire now.
While I prepare to look ahead to the next year and what’s in store for me, here’s a look back at the past 9 months and what they’ve looked like in my world: