I know from my past pregnancies that the second trimester is always the best for me, and I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for this to happen. Finally! I am FULL of energy (OK I do fall asleep in seconds almost every night after my nighttime routine with Patrick) and usually go on a full throttle nesting spree. That full throttle nesting spree just happens to coincide with my annual spring spruce-up. Sorry check book. But I’ve gotten little things done that have been on my to-do list for years and it feels great.
I caught myself thinking last week, ‘oh I’m only at week 24. I have SO long to go’. And then I thought about how this is my last pregnancy (really!) and how for only 16 more weeks of the rest of my whole entire life do I get to feel that wonderful feeling of growing a whole new life inside my body. The kicks, the rolls, the excitement and anticipation, the birth…even along with the varicose veins and indigestion, cramping legs and sore back, what a complete utter total miracle that I am luckier than heck to get to experience one last time.