This is the week I finally understood–I’m so ready to be done.
For so long, I was just marveling in the wonder of pregnancy. I’d wanted it and dreamed of it for so long—how could I not love it? I, in my most honest moments, would wonder, “Do I even want to be a mother? Or did I just want to be pregnant?”
Well everyone–I am so done being pregnant.
Ok, well, not so done. It’s still not that bad, and I still marvel at the miracle happening in and to me. However, I’m finally beginning to understand why women would wish to be done. Why moms would smile a sweet smile of understanding and pity toward me. I get it now!
He discovered my ribs. And my bladder. At the same time. He thinks it’s pretty fun to scoot his little rump right up into my right ribs and just chill. Not amount of prodding or pushing can change his mind–especially when he chooses to hang out there at 3am when Mommy is trying to sleep. So, I’m learning the art of sleeping propped up by three pillows so my poor muscles and organs can stop spasming from the pressure of his placement.
My feet started swelling really bad this week too. It just all hit at once and suddenly, motherhood was lookin’ pretty dang good!!
I guess that’s the point, right? This is all for the purpose of bearing a child, and being a mother. I am increasingly excited to meet my little guy, and start a new adventure!
One that perhaps doesn’t involved sharing my rib cage.