It's official. I've surpassed all previous pregnancy milestones and duration. I'm in the 3rd trimester. Honestly, I thought it would feel more different than it does. It's feels remarkably similar to the end of the 2nd trimester. Maybe that is simply because once we got to the half way point, all indication was we would reach this point. It's not a big surprise, though my heart still had it's doubts. But medically, things were stable enough that it was fully expected that I would not deliver until the 3rd trimester.
It's exciting to have something normal. (well, normal-ish given the frequency of my contractions) To be doing things like scheduling my cesarean for mid November, to be applying lotion to my ever stretching itchy skin, to see new numbers on the scale never seen before. And yet, it makes me realize how much I missed out on. Funny how that works, how my mind can take such a blessing and make it about something else. To take what God has given me and continue to compare it to what everyone else has. Something is wrong with that. It's not all the time, or even most of the time, but I hate that I couldn't reach this point with Reagan, Warren and Dean. That my body seemed to fail time and time again as I couldn't provide them the best environment they needed to grow. Though I know in my head that God watched over them, that He protected them, that His plan is good, it doesn't make it easy to know in my heart that I didn't fail my children. All 3 of them.
But, things are moving forward. We're cleaning out and painting another nursery, we've assembled another crib, and we're working really hard to teach toddler boys the meaning of the word "gentle." I'll take some advice/expertise on that if anyone has some :). Overall we are excited and ready to become a family of 6 as we wait for November to come!
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