I’ve officially hit the point where I’m over being pregnant. When we were in Maui, both Tom and I kept talking about how we were quite happy for this baby to take his sweet time and in no rush for D-Day to arrive. Then shit hit the fan with my complete placenta previa, which brought on so many strong emotions, scary unknowns and stress I never could have imagined facing while being pregnant. It totally changed this entire pregnancy. Thankfully the third trimester has been a lot less stressful since the placenta moved and has continued to stay up nice and high. Unfortunately all that stress has made this feel like the world’s longest pregnancy! I’m progressively growing larger by the day and it’s a struggle squeezing into my clothes and please don’t ask me to bend over to pick something up! I’m plagued with fatigue, I’m so sick of doctors appointments and I’m just so ready to be on the other side!
This little guy is ready too! I swear he is trying to get out early. He somehow pushes with all his might in three different directions at the same time, conveniently when I’m trying to sleep. I’m sure he is just trying to find the emergency exit because I’m literally being stretched from the inside out! He is hands down my most active baby in the womb, which is why Tom is convinced he’ll be a crazy baby…but I’m sure he will be perfect and sleep and eat well and rarely cry, [exactly how I imagined Wylder before he was born, and I might’ve been wrong]. But when he does cry, it’ll be so sweet and quiet, it won’t bother us one tiny bit.
Do we have a name picked out? The conversation that goes nowhere just like when we were trying to decide on a name for Wylder. Why is it so hard to name a child? It’s only with them and will define them for the rest of their lives… We have a million girls names but basically both have only one idea each for boys names. I think I’m going to win again. I have Nolan’s vote! Actually, both names are Toms suggestions so either way he wins! Tom likes the idea of tying in a family name for sentimental value so we are still doing family research of our late grandpa’s and great grandpa’s to hopefully give more options. Irvin? No. Heinz? No offence Dad, but no. Werner? Again, sorry Dad. Roy? I loved my grandpa Roy like crazy but it just doesn’t hit me for a baby name. Henry could work, but is it too trendy right now? Will he be going to school with 25 Henry’s? Daniel and William just don’t quite do it for me plus it’s funny how a name can be connected to that one annoying kid from elementary school…or your adult life!
Just over 3 weeks to go. I’m just working on getting everything checked off of my to-do list. Eating whatever I want while I can justify it. Oh and milking having Tom and Nolan giving me extra help…I have approximately 5-6 weeks before this gets old. I can say I finally feel ready to meet this boy and I surprisingly have peace about having another c-section which is a miracle in itself! In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll just be counting down the days until I can fit into my clothes again.