Wow, it’s really turned up a notch. Third trimester is not for the week. Working through third tri should be classified as torture by the United Nations. When I first went to the physio months ago, she asked me if I had any pelvic pain and I had no idea what she was talking about. Well, now I do – holy hell.
Commuting to and from work is sometimes agony. My hips hurt with every step and I feel like this baby is going to fall out of my vagina at anytime. I sometimes have to hold my belly from the bottom while I walk. I don’t know how I can endure 3 more weeks of this. I am absolutely counting down the days left to parental leave.
My entire life at this point is just home, work and the occasional weekend errand. If I have free time, I will spend it sleeping. A couple of weeks ago, I cried thinking about the time I’m wasting. I should be outside, enjoying the outdoors and being able to do things on a whim, like go to the movies or have dinner out at a restaurant. On my birthday, we had planned to have a dinner out at my favourite Korean bbq place after work, but I was just so flat at the end of the day, that we ended up just staying home and ordering delivery and I fell asleep on my recliner. I wish I had the energy to go out and do fun things. Odin’s telling me to listen to my body and not feel guilty.
On the upside, it’s been fun feeling our little girl grow. Her kicks and wriggles feel sharper and more pronounced, like she has less and less room in there – which only means that we’re getting closer to meeting her. We also had our babymoon / birthday staycation this weekend. It was nice to take a few days off and just rest and enjoy each other’s company. We both really needed it and feel much more recharged now.
The novelty of seeing my body grow and change has not gotten old. Like I look in the mirror and I still can’t believe that’s me. My body is actually able to stretch and accommodate a whole person in there. And not only that, it’s feeding that person, keeping them warm and safe.
Even though I get tired easily and am forced to walk at a glacial pace, I’ve never felt so powerful in my life. Aside from the haemorrhoids, IBS and the galaxy of skin tags that have sprung up everywhere, I think my body feels and dare I say even looks glorious.
Having a baby does something to you, I don’t know exactly what. But it’s a confidence and a courage I never had before. I’ll have my girl to thank someday for giving me this gift.
