Today I am 33 years old and coincidentally 33 weeks pregnant with baby number 2. Technically I am 33 weeks and 3 days but who is keeping track, right? This pregnancy has flown by up until this point and I am beginning to realize that I am about to reach the final stretch. There are days that I feel so gigantic and am unsure of how I am going to make it potentially 5 more weeks while there are days that I want to keep her safely inside me forever. After all, the world can be incredibly scary and bad things are happening all the time.
I am at the point of pregnancy where everything is uncomfortable. Sitting is uncomfortable. Laying down is uncomfortable. Even standing and walking is uncomfortable because of those wonderful Braxton Hicks contractions (which are not actually painless). Some days I just want to lay in bed all day which is impossible since I have a 6 year old and a full time job. Even though working seems to be becoming more difficult these days but I push through since I can’t necessarily afford to be out before my maternity leave because I want to spend as close to 12 weeks as possible with my new baby.
Despite the discomfort I get to spend today with my little family. A couple of months ago I decided to sign Hayden up for a big sibling class being held at the hospital I will be delivering at. I thought it would be a good idea for him to learn about babies and see the birthing unit. He has never really spent time around babies so I figured this would be a good opportunity to learn what not to do when in comes to caring for an infant. While he’s not thrilled about diapering his teddy bear (we call him Peter) he’s willing to give the class a shot. Then some shopping to look for a new bed frame and dinner at my favorite Greek restaurant. This is a far cry from my birthday 10 years ago where I’m pretty sure I got drunk, danced on a bar, and fell down a flight of stairs. This honestly is way better then that and I don’t get the added bonus of a hangover the next day.
I’m excited for this next year in my life. Not only am I excited to have this baby and finally meet the little soccer player that’s been kicking my bladder, I’m excited to see Hayden become a big brother. I know he will be amazing at this new role in his life and it will be rewarding as a mom to see him become more patient with others, learn new things, and grow as a little human being. It’s going to be a great year and I for one can’t wait!