The word surreal has been tossed around a lot in my life for the last two weeks. It's surreal I'm no longer pregnant. It's surreal my labor and delivery happened SO quickly (to be revealed in a future post). It's surreal that I'm now a woman who can add "mother" to her list of titles. And it's surreal that my life is now filled with so much emotion for a baby.
The last leg of my pregnancy was the toughest out of all the trimesters. Compared to the first and second trimesters, I was the most uncomfortable, the most clumsy and the most nervous.
- I no longer had strong cravings for food (sadness). Instead, I experienced heartburn after meals. As baby Brandon got bigger, my stomach had less room to fill out. I never felt heartburn before so I popped Tums like candy.
- Basic movements were challenging. My girth was wide so turning and opening doors without hitting my belly was commonplace.
- I caught a cold during the last weeks of pregnancy and the congestion was killer. I couldn't take "regular" medicine so I felt horrible for about a week before I even started to feel better. I powered through it as best as I could, but I felt awful.
- My right foot was more swollen than my left foot on and off throughout the pregnancy. Not cute.
- Klutz alert. They say that women get clumsy and it actually was true for me. I broke my husband's favorite coffee mug in the sink. Of course, he took it well, but I promptly went on eBay to find him a replacement!
- The urge to nest was not rampant for me. I went through spurts of cleaning and organizing during my second trimester, but it wasn't unusual compared to "my normal" urge to clean and organize. Instead, during the last three months, I grew increasingly nervous and anxious.
- Would I be capable of taking care of another human being?
- How bad would postpartum depression be?
- How will my body recover?
- Are we financially set?
- How will life be like without work?
- Everything was incredibly foreign and the unknown of it all was unsettling.
Even at baby Brandon's newborn stage, I am learning to savor every second with him. At 13 days, he already seems like a completely different baby than the first day we brought him home. Seeing that I often reference time on this blog and its inevitable fast pace, I definitely imagine myself to be one of those parents who cannot believe how quickly her child has grown.
So please indulge with me as I learn to be a better mother and a better person. I may no longer be showcasing a baby belly, but I will be showcasing more of myself as a stronger, and hopefully wiser, woman.