xoxo, gracey

Three More Weeks to Go!

When my in-laws were over two weeks ago, we were discussing how many weeks I have left and that's when it occurred to me that I've been counting my pregnancy weeks on the wrong day! I was so sure I had six weeks when, in fact, I only have shy of five weeks left. Apparently, my math sucks. That one week difference shook me a bit to panic. "There's still so much to do!", was my constant mantra. Though, in actuality, everything is ready.



Aside from the feeling of lethargy in some months during the pregnancy, I haven't much to complain about. The first four, I felt some nausea but was not as unpleasant as having to throw up every time like many pregnant women experience. As far as I can remember, I've only done so three times. Then the nausea dissipated and I had to, sometimes, remind myself that I am pregnant because I didn't feel like I was. My bump started really showing at five months and it was almost like it grew bigger everyday from that point on.

The second trimester was my favorite. It's when I felt her moving around and responding to things like sounds and light. My weight gain was normal as was my eating habit.

Then came the third trimester. Boy, did I gain weight! I was constantly hungry. Finding a good position to sleep was also getting more difficult by the week and, as my belly continued to grow, my breathing also started getting affected especially when lying down. Now I have swollen hands and feet. I can't even zip my loose high boots anymore. My right wrist hurts and my hands cramp up when I wash the dishes.

The first time I saw my swollen feet, I cried and felt stupid for crying. It felt so strange to see it so puffy. My toes were pudgy and seemed shorter. Mike woke up with me looking at them with tears in my eyes and he helped me lie down and massaged them until I fell back to sleep. Such nights, I thank God to have a husband who would wake up at 3 a.m. to ease my cramping leg or give me a back rub when he hears me groan in pain and make sure I sleep before he does. And he had to wake up at six to go to work.

They were not joking about the pregnancy dark spots like in the neck, underarms, even the "singit" :(. When I talked about it with my mom, she assured me they will go away. I really should hope so! And the warts - they're all around my neck! I'm going to have to make a trip to the dermatologist sometime this year.

But, besides all these things, I am extremely happy. I do not regret being pregnant nor do I resent it changing my body. I love it, warts and all! The experience itself is something not easy to describe unless you experience it yourself. It's chock full of wonderful, almost euphoric. All I know is that I will definitely miss the feeling. It's a natural high.



The bags have already been packed for three weeks. Surprisingly this time, I was not cramming. I have to be honest and say I'm about ready to pop her out. I'm close to slipping to telling what her name is going to be. I want to see what she looks like - if she has my hair and Mike's eyes or if she's going to be tall and fair skinned. I just can't wait to see her. As odd as it may sound, I'm even excited for the labor. I'm not anxious about the pain, not really. I guess it helps to anticipate it and to know that it's part of the whole birthing process. Many women have undergone and got through it so why can't I?



What I'm anxious about, however, is when she actually gets here and I have to take care of her. I worry that I'll be bad at it or that I'll fail at so many things. What if I drop her? What if I squeeze her too much? I can't even think about giving her a bath because the thought alone freaks me out. I have no real experience with babies besides babysitting my nieces for an hour or two which was basically just putting them to sleep. I'm scared but, at the same time, excited.

odette at February 21 2010 | 17:41
awww, i am sooo excited to see her too! she's a lovely girl, that i'm sure!

don't you worry, girls are born with the natural instinct to mother. you'll surprise yourself, you'll see. take care of you, will keep you and B in my prayers!

ps. i love your bags! ♥
Aww, thank you! I really appreciate that. All I really want is that she's normal and healthy.

AnP at February 21 2010 | 18:20
you'll learn as you go along. don't worry about it. i was far from motherly... i have two kids and didn't have any real great problems.

don't worry. you'll be great. normal to have fears :)

have fun! And sleep a lot now... both you and M. because when your new boss arrives, you wont have enough ;)
Thanks, AnP! I'm just really a worrier so I can't help it. I'm sure I'll be running on autopilot with all the mother instinct kicking in. It's also good to know I won't be alone. MIL will be around and my mom will be coming over too.

Oh, I'm getting A LOT of sleep alright because I know I won't have that luxury later.

Jess at February 21 2010 | 18:35
thanks so much for sharing your pregnancy experiences. you already look so prepared and ahead of the game. i'm sure you and mike will do a great job! can't wait until you introduce her :)
Thanks, Jess! When is it going to be your turn? Hehe. We'll do our best to be the best for her. I hope she gets here sooner than later. I'm so excited to share her name!

caryn at February 22 2010 | 08:53
aw gracey, i have the same fears as you. don't worry, i'm sure B will be very forgiving. hahaha! i'm hoping my own P-chan will be ;-) goodluck to us! 8 more weeks for me!
Good luck to us, indeed! Malapit ka na rin pala! Exciting no?

Virginia at February 23 2010 | 01:04
Oh Gracey! I'm sure you can do evrything just right ,woman are naturally born into that! :) Just worry how you will get some sleep and how you can do your housework ...:) hehehe ...I can't wait for the big day! She will be on your arms in a few days!
I've been thinking about that lately, how I'm going to manage having a new born in the house when I'm so used to being the boss of my time. We'll see! I can't wait for the day to come. Every morning when I wake up, I keep thinking, "Is this the day?". Hehe.

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