I’m now officially two days more pregnant than I’ve ever been before. Little Friend made an early entrance into the world at 34 weeks and 5 days. This time around, I’ve made it to a whole 35 weeks.
I can say I’m actually happy to experience–finally–the third-trimester woes I’ve only heard recounted secondhand: exhaustion, aches and pains, bruised ribs, heartburn, swollen feet. I even like rolling out of bed like a mama-walrus. I lie. I don’t like that part at all.
When you don’t have it (whatever “it” is), it’s all the more precious when you finally get a taste of it.
So hello third trimester. Hello stretch of pregnancy I’ve never met before. Hello delivery date waiting just five weeks away.
35 weeks today, and all is well.