I love my children. And for a good portion of both my pregnancies, I loved being pregnant too. I had nothing serious in the way of health concerns, both babies were normal, and I was lucky in that I wore my pregnancy well; it felt largely quite good to me, the whole being full of fetus thing. That said, the third trimester is the worst. There's really no getting around that.
By the end of the third trimester, I don’t know a single woman who is still feeling #blessed 100% of the time. That included me. All the things that were cute in the second trimester, like that sweet, comfortably protruding belly, became a source of serious inconvenience. "Comfortably protruding" quickly turned into "wait, is this actually going to overtake my entire body?" and I was less-than-psyched about it. My maternal patience was already wearing thin, and that baby wasn’t even out of the womb yet.
And to be honest, that third trimester is only the beginning. It is indeed the perfect microcosm of the rest of your life as a parent: You will find yourself constantly sucking it up, gritting your teeth, and powering through, despite wanting to throttle your sweet child.
During my first pregnancy, I was all about patience. I was magnanimous and beneficent and so very smug and superior. Then my patience-testing baby became a toddler and my patience went out the window. And while my patience was on its way out the window, I became pregnant with my second child, and let me tell you, that poor boy got a few serious talkings-to in utero. Mama ain’t got time for heartburn with a crazy toddler to run after.
And that's just how it goes during your third trimester. It's a time when the fetus is inside of you is basically a whole human baby, and as such, starts annoying you in decidedly baby-like ways. Here are 7 ways that unborn baby is already testing you: