I’m in the home stretch. I’ve hit 38 weeks pregnant mile marker and like most women at this point in pregnancy, my body feels so done. I can’t roll over easily or get off the couch without help, and the generalized fatigue, third trimester nausea and achiness all over has reduced me to a big ball of complaints and irritability. I feel sorry for my poor husband, who has to deal with my crabby bump-on-a-log booty. I pretty much feel like this:
Red is way faster than me right now, and keeping up with him is a mega chore during the witching hours. It is NOT beyond me how lucky I am that my husband works from home and can help out as much as he does. Especially since his business partner had her baby yesterday. Yup. The whole company is juggling the births of two babies, flexing schedules and lots of work to be done. But nevertheless, Chase is making sure to make Red feel included in the birth of Scarlett, talking to him about her, what it’s going to be like when she’s born, and how to help take care of her. He’s letting Red help us more and more around the house, since it will soon be all hands on deck. This week, with boat-loads of supervision, Red basted fully cooked sausages on a low grill with Daddy’s help. Red was so proud, he even ate one for dinner (and they were chicken/spinach/feta sausages, which don’t always appeal to a picky eater).
More good news despite the mega-uncomfortable-ness? My mom gets in town tomorrow (whoo hoo!) and I’m excited about it. She came in town early before Red was born, over 4 years ago, and it seemed like he would never arrive. This time, there’s about a week to go until the C-section date, but I’m reeeeeeeeeeally hoping for a July 4th baby. Freedom, baby. So y’all put out all the good juju, witchcraft, prayers, hopes, dreams and wishes on a star for me.
How did you feel when you were almost done with a pregnancy? Were you super uncomfortable, or were you totally cool up to the end?