The Peanut Gallerie

I'm in the last trimester. James will be here ... shortly. (As a constant reminder, he loves to tickle my ribs.) 

I don't remember how I viewed pregnancy before having experienced it myself. I believe I never gave it much thought. To me, the exciting part is after labor. Yes, it is nice to have James with me at all times... but I can't wait to actually hold him.

Plus, the aches and pains that come with pregnancy will be happily left behind. They last too long. It's like having a cold for a week... and you start to forget what it is like to breathe through your nose and have your head clear. 

Now imagine having a cold for 40 weeks. 

Sure, not all of the symptoms come at once, but you get so wrapped up in feelings and emotions and (my favorite) hormones that you start to forget where you begin and where they end. I can't count how many times I have asked Sarrah, "Did I cry like this last year?". I find myself weeping over nothing... No, not "nothing" as in something small, I actually mean nothing. I just start crying, so in order not to look crazy, I sometimes make something up. (Which in this house, is never a good idea because I have a very loving family that wants to "solve" all of my problems.) How do you solve, "I was crying over lint", anyways? Wait, I'm reliving it and my eyes are starting to water.

Part of me is terrified that this is now the new me. It's like 'David After Dentist' said, "I feel funny... Why is this happening to me... Is this going to be forever". 

Don't worry, David ... we'll get through this.