I’ve got 6 weeks to go, and I’m starting to get excited – both for baby’s arrival and for the re-acquisition of my body as it was before. The first trimester was characterized by sickness and emotional rollercoasters (which continue sporadically). The surprise of this pregnancy took a while to set in; the second trimester was my "honeymoon" period – tons of energy, motivation, and great skin and hair. That period was marred only by my bad flu – but that’s now a distant memory.
My third trimester has come without warning, descending upon me like a sudden storm – internal and external. I’m in nesting mode which has resulted in me emptying closets, cupboards, and storage rooms. Everything is currently in a state of chaos as I go through the past, determining what should stay and what should go. It’s a cathartic phase that has been brought on by each of my children. It occurred to me that with no more future pregancies, will I ever clean this thoroughly again? So far, nothing else in my life has brought on this flurry of organisational activity on my part.
The external activities in my home are mirrored internally by the increasingly solid presence of my baby. What began in the 4th and 5th months with butterfly flutters and gentle kicks, has now evolved into the presence of a full-blown person residing in my abdomen. His/her presence is undeniable. Throughout the day, I feel the movement of arms, legs, feet, and shoulders. With his/her head engaged firmly where it should be, I often feel the pressure and reminder of my delivery to come.
It’s my third time around, and it’s no less amazing or awe-inspiring than the first. The development of life within me, the co-existence of my child and I, sharing food, drink, blood and emotions. Wow. I’m thankful and I’m ready.