The Third Trimester.
2/3 of the way done.
The time has arrived.
For endless baby shopping sprees, that is. Shh. Don't tell my husband. [Just kidding. I think he's just as apt to spend money on her as I am. She's already got him wrapped around her itty bitty finger. Not to mention the fact that he's probably reading the post as we speak.] [Heyyy boy heyyy.]
Last night, we did a tour of one of the hospitals we're thinking about delivering in. It was crazy, you guys. It made everything feel so real. I had heard from a lot of moms that you have labor and delivery in one room, and then they move you to a completely different room for recovery. But at this particular hospital, it's all in one room. One very nice room. And there's even a little couch in there for Tim to sleep on. Assuming, that is, that I let him get any sleep at all. I guess we'll see. They even have wi-fi that you can access on their tvs, which means that we will get to watch Psych on Netflix. And I find that thought very comforting. Strange but true.
As controversial as this all is amongst moms, I am pretty much already planning on an epidural, unless by some freak chance I'm one of those supermoms that barely feels any pain from the contractions whatsoever. I would just rather have some positive feelings towards the whole experience than decide I never want to have any more children after this baby because I thought I was going to die during labor. Just me?
Oh well. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that no matter how much I prepare myself, probably nothing will turn out like I think it will. And that's ok. I'm willing to be flexible. The most important part is that she comes out healthy.
I have another ultrasound on Monday, which I am stoked about, along with the glucose test, which I am not so stoked about. Mostly because I have been having sporadic morning sickness again, and forcing myself to eat or drink anything never turns out well. But how bad can a drink that tastes like a melted orange popsicle really be? Heck, I eat sugar cubes for fun.
Whether you can tell from all my nonsensical ramblings or not, Tim and I are beyond excited for this little girl. I spend so much time daydreaming about the color of her hair, the color of her eyes, her personality, her smile. And then I ask Tim endlessly what he thinks she will be like. He is so much more patient about all of this than I am. But we are both beyond excited for her arrival.
Baby girl, hurry up and get here! On second thought, take your time. But know that I can't wait to meet you!