Good Things Come to Those Who Wait... and Wait...

Tick tock... tick tock.... I have a clock in my kitchen that ticks every second away like this. On a day when time seems to be going by slower than molasses in January in Winnipeg, this can get very annoying.

Today is one of those days. I feel like this pregnancy has lasted a lifetime and will never end. I feel big and awkward and uncomfortable, like an elephant that has been pregnant for two years, not like a young, fit, lady who has only been pregnant six months. I have to consciously remind myself that I am not a penguin and I do not waddle. All I can think is, "Three more months of this? How is it physically possible?" I'm huge. I'm out of shape. I'm exhausted. I'm ready to meet my son. But apparently it is possible. Hard to believe, yes, I know, but I have been assured of this fact.

I have also been assured that although it seems like an incredibly long time right now, the last three months go by much more quickly than the first six. Baby showers, nursery preparations (to see how our nursery is doing visit the Nursery page for pictures), shopping, classes, last minute details, et cetera are supposed to make this time go by fairly quickly.

I hope they are right. However, I have also been assured that the third trimester is exhausting, uncomfortable, painful, and stressful. So... it will go by quickly but it will be a bitch in the meantime.

It seems like my only motivation at this point in time is that my son needs as long as possible to cook before he is ready to come out and damn it I am going to make sure he gets all the time he needs. Even if this last trimester hits me like a Mack truck. Good things come to those who wait...