Sometime in the past month I finally started showing enough that people take notice. Of course, I noticed before that, but who’s really gonna be tactless enough to approach a woman with a large belly and say “when are you due?”. OK, there are definitely people who will do that. In fact, I remember a man asking me that years ago when I was not at all pregnant, but wearing a shirt that flared out at the belly. I do understand the hesitation to bring it up for fear of being wrong, but it was really exciting when Dave and I met a woman touring our condo complex who asked, “you are expecting, right?”.
The critter has been kicking a lot, which is reassuring and still fun to feel, but I do find myself noticing the little movements less. Guess I must be getting used to them. Dave is finally able to feel them from the outside too. The first time he felt it was when he got kicked in the face. I’m assuming that will be the only time he’ll be so excited about someone giving him a boot to the head.
I am getting a little nervous about entering the third trimester, which happens next week at 28 weeks. Everyone makes the second trimester sound so great and I keep hearing that the third will bring me backaches, I’ll gain a ton of weight, I’ll have trouble sleeping, and I’ll experience the joy of hemorrhoids. (In fact, my doctor said they are the most common ailment in pregnancy, so much so that it’s rare NOT to have them.) I’m just hoping I won’t be nearly as miserable as I was during that last month of the first trimester. That was when I was wondering if I’d ever be able to get myself to do this a second time.
I’m also getting stressed about making sure we have everything ready in time. I tend to get gung ho about things in the beginning and then wait to finish up and then have to rush in the end. So based on past experience I’m a little worried about waiting on things. Dave doesn’t want to fill our house with stuff before we need to, but I don’t want to be stressed and do it at the last minute, especially if I’m feeling crappy and having a harder time moving around. I think I’ve convinced him that three months is not too much time to have some extra things around the house and the feeling of being prepared (or slightly more prepared) will be worth it.
Now we just have to figure out what the heck we need! Is there anything you couldn’t live without during that first month or so after the birth? Anything you regretted not having?