Every woman experiences pregnancy differently and I’ve found it fascinating (sometimes scary) to hear all the different perspectives. For me, my final trimester has awakened in me this strong desire to wash everything. Somehow it seems that everything our child touches should be thrown in the washer first. I find an enormous amount of satisfaction in pulling things off the hanger or taking them out of the wrapper and throwing them in the washing machine.
I’m also really into snacks these days. Mostly because my stomach feels like the size of a small crouton at the moment so eating large meals is out of the question at this point.
And simple things like shaving my legs and taking off my pants have become a athletic accomplishments. I sometimes daydream about what it will be like to bend over without having to hold my breath.
All of this to say, I am 37 weeks pregnant and so excited to meet our baby in just a few short weeks. I’m feeling healthy and trying to keep up with walking and yoga. I’m a lot slower and a lot less graceful, but it does feel good to move. It also feels good to lay on the couch reading a book for an hour as well. It’s all about balance right?
It’s been four months since my last blog post and I’ve been sitting here trying to think where the time has gone. Coming out of my first trimester, I think I finally felt good again that I was happy to be out and about doing things.
Now I’m slowing down again. I worked my last day of a job I love very recently . It was so bittersweet to leave – I put so much heart and soul into my work and it was truly the best job I’ve ever had. But the sweetness comes in knowing that I’ll be entering this new season of motherhood very soon. And my feet were protesting about carrying around 30 extra pounds for 8 hours a day. They had had enough.
I don’t know if any other moms can relate to this, but I feel this creative awakening in my third trimester. I want to read and write and paint and cook new things. Maybe it’s the extra hormones making me more emotional and “feely”? Whatever it is, I want to embrace it. Life has been so busy and full and at times stressful and this slower pace seems to be reactivating the creative, fun part of my brain.
I also don’t have a lot of answers right now. When I look ahead, I see a lot of change and transition. But I see so much goodness and sweetness as well. I don’t know if/when I will work again. I don’t know exactly how to breastfeed. I don’t know how I will function on no sleep. But I know that God has me exactly where He wants me to be. He is orchestrating everything perfectly, even when life isn’t perfect.
I heard this statement today, “loved enough to move forward” and I can’t seem to get it out of my head. When labor is tough, I’m loved enough to move forward. When I don’t know what to do next, I am loved enough to move forward. When I feel creatively stumped, I am loved enough to move forward. It changes everything and I wish I could temporarily tattoo this on my arm for this season of my life. We are so loved by our Heavenly Father that no challenge is too great. I want to live out of this loved place.
So as I wait for little one to arrive, I choose to focus on His love for me instead of fear of the unknown. Whatever waiting season you are in, I hope you feel loved enough to move forward my sisters (and brothers if you’re reading).
What are your wildest third trimester memories? Share below! I’d love to hear.