Third Trimester Bliss

The third trimester is my favorite, I've decided. Even more than the second! Don't get me wrong, each triad of months has had it's own hurdles--but so far the third has been the easiest on me. During the first trimester I was reeling with sickness and nausea, unable to honestly move much and relying on my husband for everything. During the second I was hit with anxiety, a little bit of depression and a few panic attacks. In the third trimester I finally feel at peace about everything. Peace about birth, peace about being ready for a small human, and peace about my inability to manage my body. I feel like I've come full turn, to rely on God for everything--and try and prepare as much as I can.

My house feels ready, my body feels ready--I would almost call this impatience if I was interested in analyzing myself. I know everyone's pregnancy journey is different, but I can honestly say I am glad mine is almost over. Six more weeks! I can't believe it. I thought this month would never get here.

I am also loving the weather. Yes, I'm almost 8 months pregnant and I love this summer heat. I am used to being cold all the time. I hate winter. Being pregnant in winter was tortuous to me. I have a very low tolerance for cold. In the summer and spring I freeze when my husband turns on the air conditioning. I usually sleep in sweats all year round. But growing a human seems to have balanced my heat/cold awareness. For the first time I feel comfortable in the air conditioning. I don't freeze during church services. I can forget a jacket in may for an outing and not shiver. It's amazing. I love it. I don't overheat in the warm either. It just feels good to me. I know many people will find this odd, as everyone told me I would be miserable in summer. I'm not. I'm so happy and warm for the first time in my life.

Now, winter with a three month old I am not looking forward to. I am sure I will still hate the cold.

Also, yes my legs are swollen in these pictures. It happens. My feet only swell if I sit down for a long time. My legs are just...perpetually swollen. I'll live. Only a few more weeks. And it does not hurt. It just...is annoying! I've also gained 35 pounds at this point. I am not worried about it. I will work hard--my (non human-growing) goal weight is still 150 pounds. I know that I will have to give my body time to heal after birth, as well as time to return to whatever "normal" happens to be. I'll get there. Last week I weighed in at 188 pounds---10 more pounds more than I have ever weighed in my entire life. It's okay. I am sure I'll loose 10 at least for birth, and I am looking forward to zumba in a few months as well. They expect me to gain at least 5-10 more pounds before birth, too. Hearing that made me panic a bit, but it's all for a healthy baby. I do still walk, and swim. I stopped Pilates last week. Just wasn't feasible anymore. I was glad to be able to do that, at least, until 7.5 months.

How are you guys doing? Have a great day! I can't wait to show you pictures of my son.