Greetings from the deep, dark depths of the third trimester of pregnancy. I’m now able to count the weeks remaining until my due date on one hand, which is both glorious and tortuous. I’ve been through pregnancy once before, actually, and I can still recall every single thing I’m glad I didn’t know about the third trimester that first time around. To be totally transparent, there were things that weren’t issues for me during my first pregnancy that — surprise! — have been this time. Pregnancy truly is a miracle (read: mystery), isn’t it?
It’s not that I’d prefer to be back in the first or even the second trimester, because I definitely wouldn't. Although, now that I think about it, I do miss some aspects of the second trimester, when I was blissfully mobile and my organs weren’t getting assaulted by my baby’s tiny limbs on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis and I actually had a surprising serge of energy that has now abandoned me in my hour of need. I definitely don’t miss the first trimester, though. Weeks five through 12 can pretty much suck it, since the only things they’re really good for are leading to weeks 14 and beyond.
So, yes, I’m definitely glad to be solidly in my third trimester, though not as glad as I’ll be when I’m home with my newborn. Here’s why: