It’s all happening so fast now.
I can’t believe we are already halfway through November. I’ve definitely passed from the sweet stage – those weeks when you’re no longer nauseous and not yet big enough to be uncomfortable – into the large, uncomfortable stage. Mornings are generally starting at 4 a.m., as I can’t stand to be lying down any longer because my hips are hurting. I’m sure you can relate to the love-hate relationship I have with my bed right now. I’m exhausted but sleep doesn’t come easily.
I went to the OB’s office Tuesday morning and made my last three (THREE!) appointments before my scheduled c-section in January. It’s hard to believe that in just over six weeks, our little one will be here with us.
And yet, I feel a little like I haven’t let myself accept that this baby will be coming. I feel a little detached, emotionally, from him. I can’t tell if it just hasn’t sunken in yet, or if I’m keeping a wall up to protect myself from being too anxious, but it still feels a little unreal that we will be bringing another baby home just after the holidays.
His little kicks and hiccups happen all day long, and that is so special right now. But I don’t find myself spending too much time thinking about him being here. Heck, he doesn’t even have a name yet. This is the first of our babies whose name has not been decided by now. I’m not sure why that is, but it probably has something to do with feeling a little uncertain about things. I guess I’m just still feeling a little “if” instead of “when.” And I wish it weren’t like that.
Regardless, it is exciting to be so close to our time. The weeks are going by quickly, and I’ll just keep taking them one at a time. My belly is growing and my cankles are, too, but I’m feeling pretty good for the most part. Here’s a photo I snapped this afternoon of my bump.
I hope you’re all having a great week.
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