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As of Monday or so, I’m in the third trimester.
I suppose it depends on where you find your definition of trimester. I go for a very straightforward “third of 40,” thus 26 weeks and 4.6 days makes up the end of the beloved second trimester.
Beloved? I have not had a happy second trimester.
I almost hate to be truthful when people ask me how I feel. Because the truth is, I feel half-awful. Mostly insanely tired. Already my hips ache and I have the nasty acid reflux that plagued my last 10 weeks of pregnancy with Libbie.
Some days I question how people do this over and over.
All of that said, I may not be a happy pregnant woman. But I am relieved and grateful to have very normal pregnancies. So far, my babies grow happy, healthy, and normal in every way. I know that is a major blessing.
I can’t wait to welcome baby David into the world in another 13 weeks or so. I have plans to exercise more, eat better, and guzzle red raspberry leaf tea. Not to mention spending a lot of time visualizing a lovely birth–while resting as much as I can!
Forty weeks of quasi-misery for a lifetime of having a sweet son … I can handle it. (I’ve made him promise he will love me forever, when Libbie decides she hates me in her preteen years.)
If you’re pregnant, how’s it going? Are you a happy pregnant lady? If so, I’m not sure I want to know.