Just writing to myself about my feelings.
Tomorrow I will be 38 weeks. I'm amazed at how quickly the time has gone. I'm happy things are going well, and I really want to get to 40 weeks. So far my blood pressures are hanging in there, and everything seems to be going ok. I know a lot of women really complain about late pregnancy and can't wait to deliver. This third trimester is very awkward and painful at times, but I tend to personally want to give baby as much time as I possibly can. That's just my strong personal feeling. Certainly there are medical reasons to deliver earlier. And I'll be totally honest; I also like sleep. Even disturbed, restless pregnancy sleep is better than waking every 2 hours to breastfeed. But I'm growing very curious to meet and hold little girl too. To see her face and see Jonathan and J.D. hold her. I'm a bit sad at the soon (temporarily) lost ability to go for hours to school or the library. Everything is a mixed emotion. Even with Jonathan I was both relieved and sad to stop nursing. I would have nursed him a lot longer if my milk had not dried up from pregnancy. But it also gave me a big boost in freedom, and it was not a difficult weaning process as he just gradually lost interest. It will be tough teaching this semester, but I know J.D. will help me. We'll make it through. I'm very very lucky to have my great husband, sweet boy, and little girl.
Well, back to work while I can.
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