Only 11 weeks to go!

I’ve been telling myself for far too long now that I’d take the time to put some of my thoughts down and start writing a blog, but we all know how that goes. Work, life, home, there’s always something more important. As a point of reference, a quick synopsis: Pregnancy started off a bit rocky, things weren’t looking so hot for awhile, but Little Acosta (LA) hung on strong, bound to make an impact in this world. By 14 weeks or so, things were looking up, and at about 20 weeks we were given the green light courtesy of a super in depth Level 2 Ultrasound that showed LA looking awfully strong in there. We’ve decided to wait to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl, but I mostly say “him”. I’ve felt since day one that LA was a boy, but for all I know, I could have zero mother’s intuition. We’ll see in a few months….

So here I am staring down the barrel of the third trimester, getting ready to welcome our first child into the world, and everyone always asks me “How do you feel?”. Granted, I don’t think anyone realizes what a loaded question this is to ask a woman who is 7 months pregnant, because the honest answer would probably take some people aback. I usually smile, nod my head up and down and say “Great!”. Don’t want to disappoint – that’s the perfectionist in me…

Really how do I feel?? I’m a bit tired, my belly is swollen to almost comedic proportions, I have to get up from my desk/couch/bed/where ever I might be to use the ladies room every 45 minutes or so because this munchkin is laying directly on my bladder, I’m pretty freaking scared of giving birth, and I’m more than terrified that I won’t know what to do with this child when they get here. I’m also loving every moment of it.

I’ve always looked forward to the day that we would start our family, I just never realized how much the period of time prior to the baby’s arrival would impact me. I love knowing that I’m carrying this child around with me every day. I think it’s the most amazing thing when LA sticks his little rump out my side to the point where it’s clearly visible to anyone who might be looking at my belly, and I usually wind up staring down in awe as the realization that there’s this little person in there hits me. It may seem odd and I suppose one would think I’d be used to it by now, but it’s really a daily occurrence that it strikes me how freaking cool this whole experience is.