I really can’t say enough how thankful I am to be pregnant and carrying my sweet baby girl, but I’d be lying if I said pregnancy was all rainbows and sunshine. Here are five truths of pregnancy at 37 weeks:
Truth: I’m so uncomfortable right now.
Baby girl has herself in the most awkward position. I’m finding it difficult to sit or stand up straight. Every roll or kick feels like I’m being stretched to my limits. I wouldn’t say it’s painful, but it’s definitely not pleasant. Sleeping is the absolute worse. I’ve had to place a pillow under my belly at night for extra support, but even then it’s hard to find a comfortable position. Mix that with having to get up every couple of hours to pee and you can see why I haven’t had a decent night of sleep in weeks.
Truth: I feel huge.
Not just my belly, but my arms, face, legs, ankles – everything feels huge. I’ve reached the point of pregnancy where I hate photos of myself and I really dislike getting dressed in the morning. I’m most comfortable when I’m wearing an extra large nightgown (mumu) at home, but that’s unfortunately that’s against the dress code at work. I don’t know if it’s the hormones or what, but I find myself zeroing in on all of my current imperfections and having a little pity party most days (I cry a LOT). I never knew how hard it would be to watch not just my body change, but the shape of my face and the appearance of my skin and my hair change as well. I really do love being pregnant and my baby bump, but it’s really, really hard not to compare yourself (and the way you look) to other beautiful pregnant women.
Truth: I’m sad my belly button never popped.
I’m in week 37 and my belly button is not even close to popping. It’s still a deep (slightly wider) hole with a belly button ring freely dangling at top. I never meant to keep my belly button ring in throughout pregnancy, but I never saw any reason to take it out either. It still has plenty of room to wiggle and I frankly find it amusing when folks are so shocked that I still have it in. If I’m being honest, I’m slightly jealous of women whose belly buttons do pop during pregnancy. Mine just looks like a big dark never ending hole.
Truth: Everyone’s pregnancy is flying by but mine.
It feels like I’ve been pregnant for-ever. However, everyone else’s pregnancy seems to be going by at lightning speed. Why is time moving so slow for me and fast for them? Totally not fair. I know everyone keeps telling me to enjoy the next couple of weeks, but I’m so ready to meet our little girl. I want the time to fly by as quickly as possible.
Truth: I’m scared.
I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of going under the knife, I’m scared of driving with a precious newborn in the backseat for the first time, I’m scared of how Maddie will be around the new addition, I’m scared of being judged by other moms, I’m scared that breastfeeding won’t work out, and I’m scared of the million-and-one possible outcomes of things that will go wrong. I’ve never been more scared in my life and the crazy hormone overload doesn’t help. Did I mention all the crying?