Third Trimester Thoughts

One third of the way through the third trimester, the time of pregnancy when every single day counts.  Ask me how far along I am today and it's not 32 weeks, it's 32 weeks and 3 days...because those 3 days really do make a difference at this point in pregnancy.  I've had a lot of things on my mind lately.  These thoughts usually come to me at 2am, when I'm wide awake, listening to my husband snore...so here they are, random as they may be.  My vents, my hopes and my feelings on pregnancy. 

VENTS
Anytime a woman is pregnant, it's NEVER ok to say the following:
*You look like you're going to pop any day now (um, no...I actually have 8 more weeks).
*Are you sure it's not twins?  (yep, pretty gosh darn sure there's only one in there)
*When are you due? (around Christmas)...oh, wow, you still have a long time to go (considering I've already done 32 weeks, 8 weeks isn't THAT long).

I'm still baffled that people think it's ok to say these things.  I get ALOT of comments on the size of my belly, but each week, it measures exactly where it should be. 

Anyway, I met a nice Mom at the park the other day.  She asked me when I was due, I told her the answer, and her response was:  That's awesome, you're SO close to the end, it will be here before you know it.  I liked her.

Pregnancy
I wish I was one of those women who enjoyed being pregnant, but sadly, I am not.  Yes, there are some incredible moments during pregnancy and I believe it's a complete and utter miracle, but I do NOT enjoy being pregnant.  I'm not saying this just because I'm in my third trimester and am ready to get this baby out.  This is how I feel my entire pregnancy.

Elijah's swim teacher was telling us how much she enjoyed pregnancy.  She said that even while she was throwing up every day, she loved being pregnant.  In my mind, that sounded pretty twisted.

I think back to the 2.5 months of this pregnancy when I felt nauseous 24/7 and it makes me never want to be pregnant again.  Don't get me wrong, I love Elijah and I know I'll love this little girl just as much, and they are worth it, but that doesn't mean I have to love being pregnant.  I prefer them on the outside, thank you very much!

Hopes
At my last appointment, the nurse practitioner was asking me how my birth with Elijah was.  Well, let me see...where to start.  I was pumped with Pitocin for 19 hours straight, then I had Elijah pulled out of me with a vacuum, he was whisked away to the nicu and I was left with my placenta inside of me for almost 24 hours, pumped up with so many drugs and shots to try to get it out, until I delivered it...myself...in a hospital bathroom.  End of story.  She basically assured me that it probably doesn't get much worse than that and this birth should be much easier.

So, that is my hope.  I hope to wake Dustin up in the middle of the night, saying we need to go to the hospital.  I hope to make it through most/all my delivery unmedicated.  I hope to have a baby that gets to stay in the hospital room with me and more importantly, leave two days later with us.  I guess I'm just asking for a "normal" birth.  Please, someone tell me, that they do happen?!

I guess that's all I've got for now.  Baby girl's room still isn't complete, but guess what?  I don't care!  If she were to come early, she has a bed to sleep in, clothes to wear and diapers for her little butt.  It's amazing how your priorities change the second time around!