This week, I FEEL like I am pregnant. Up until week 31, I have felt pretty good. Yes, there are aches and pains, and yes, I am noticing some significant bumping-out in my midsection but I have enjoyed the second and third trimesters immensely. Working out, eating well, and being with loved ones has kept me happy and energized.
The bump is big, but not too big that I can't sleep at night or move with ease.
And then week 31 hit! I feel like overnight my little bump popped out like WHOA. I now get caught as I move around our dinner table or bump it trying to fit through a doorway. Getting dressed leaves me winded no matter how many SoulCycle classes I attend, and I have to eat slower because my stomach gets full fast and heartburn is a new development too. Having never suffered from heartburn, I described what I was feeling to David in a crisis tone of voice only to have him slow turn toward me and say, "Melissa, that is heart burn."
Then I slipped and fell in the snow because my balance is good but not great on ice or with a big belly sticking out in front. It just feels like I woke up (or was up from my preggo insomnia) on Tuesday morning and got slapped with the pregnancy stick.
So yes...I will admit I am pregnant. It has taken this long for me to realize just how pregnant I am, but I am. Having been here before with Henry, this bump is just going to get bigger and somethings will just get harder from this point out. Oh, and David has a bunch of business trips between now and the due date so a lot of these "discomforts" will be on my own. But, I got this! Right? It's my last pregnancy so even though I am feeling it, I want to feel it. I want to feel these body changes, savor them, honor them, enjoy them, laugh about them, and be as comfortable (or uncomfortable) in my expanding skin as I can be.