I started my 33rd week. I have a prenatal appointment tomorrow, which I’m somewhat looking forward to as my doctor is off her maternity leave. Funny, I missed her! I start going every two weeks now, which seems like a lot, but I’m happy to be checked out.
As strange as it sounds, I’ve begun to become more worried, apprehensive and stressed than I was with my first one. I thought I’d be carefree because I know what to expect, but I’m definitely not. I worry about things like “Three kids might be to much for me”. I saw a woman with the same space of kids as I have (except her baby was born) in the grocery store the other day and it was almost humorous. Her 2 year old was in the basket of the buggy screaming, her baby was in a carrier in the front crying and her 6-7 year old was walking next to the cart begging for a cookie. The mom looked exhausted and you could tell it wasn’t a happy day in that family. I almost cried. I hope I figure out how to do it, my mom did! I never hear her talk about it being hard, so it must be doable!
I’m also worried about labor. Having such a long labor with my son just brings on dread feelings when thinking about this one. The closer it gets the more I can remember the feeling. I begged my doctor to take my son out, ugh, it was not fun. I guess I need to remember that every pregnancy is different and every child is different.
But speaking of “every child is different”, I also worry about the fact that this one may be just like my son. Don’t get me wrong, I love him more than anything in the world, but he cried. He cried a lot. Like all day long, and all night long. My husband would come home and want to immediately leave. It was hard on everyone. A colicky baby is seriously no fun. So I’m worried about this one doing the same, as I know how hard it was on our family.
I guess all these fears are normal, but they are definitely getting worse as the time nears.
Anyhow, things have been doing quite well. I don’t have many complaints, except that sleeping is becoming harder and harder. Rolling over is excruciating, but honestly, that’s one of my only complaints. Oh, and I feel insanely fat, but that’s to be expected I guess. Now that Christmas is over I can get back to my regular diet!
The baby is moving a ton and is feeling quite in there. He is pushing out more and I can see him moving across my stomach many times a day. I have found out that this kid gets startled by loud metallic noises. Forks hitting plates and a metal rack hitting our stove really have that kid jumping. It’s kind of funny because my other son wasn’t phased by anything like that. He didn’t jump or react to anything, this one definitely does.
On my little countdown ticker it says 53 days to go, so here’s to a great 53 days (give or take a few weeks!)