Things, ladies & gentlemen, are getting real. As I enter deeply in my 3rd trimester (as I’m writing this, I am already 34 weeks in), I am starting to realize that this is actually happening. A baby is going to join our party of 2 and my life will completely be changing (for the better, of course). I am no longer my bouncy, energetic self with a huge increase in symptoms and fatigue. Sometimes, I just want to lay in bed all day (and sometimes I actually do). My belly feels very heavy even though I realize it’s small, so it’s hard for me to maneuver around and sometimes hoisting myself up requires some assistance. My back and feet hurt, and I’m aching for a delicious cocktail or 7. 😉

But all these new changes, and at times, woes are so absolutely worth it when I think of what the end of this journey entails: a little bundle of Luna. Someone that is going to call me Mommy. It’s almost too much to wrap my head around and I have a hard time imagining what that connection and bond will feel like. My dreams have ramped up lately and they are all about labor and delivery. My anxiety and fear of the unknown about that experience is growing, but I have faith in my own strength and my doctor’s knowledge to get me through when the time comes.

One thing I do feel is ready. Ready for pregnancy to be over and to start this new chapter of my life. I didn’t think I would feel this way, but the anticipation to meet her, see what she looks like, what she is like in general and start on this “new parents” journey is pretty strong. I may feel differently when I have a hysterical crying newborn on me at 3am that refuses to latch leaving me in tears, but for now, I naively say, “lets do this! Or should I say, “Allons-y!” 😉