The Countdown (of Misery) begins...

Third Trimester.  So we meet again...

As you see to the right, that fourth ticker's "Days To Go" number is getting pretty small.

Last week, I officially started my third trimester.

Which means, good times are over.

I now have over 2 months of agonizing heartburn, insomnia, RLS, shortness of breath, fatigue, soreness, need I go on?

Every third trimester I've had, I grumble and swear under my breath that I will never have another child in this belly.  And yet, here we are again.

I will say that 3 pregnancies in 4 years has made it a little more bearable thus far.  My body didn't have a whole lot of time to "go back" (whatever that means) to it's pre-pregnancy state before we started the journey again.  So the extra weight really hasn't been as much of an issue this time.  In fact, I've bumped this belly more than normal just because I kinda forget it's there.  I'm not waddling (yet), but all those other, lovely, aforementioned symptoms are in full-force right now.

And I'm miserable.

My house is a wreck because I have zero energy.  My kids are watching a LOT of tv because entertaining little ones is not in the cards right now.  We have basically the same routine of meals every week because I'm too tired to even think about coming up with something new to eat.  Much less actually have the appetite to eat it.

But, my husband has extended lots (and lots and lots) of grace, my kids are not going to ruin their college chances by watching PBS for a few extra hours a day for a couple of months, and the meals get eaten.  So I am not complaining too much.

I am ready to meet this baby.  This little mystery waiting and growing inside of me.  I have a few more weeks to go, but with birthdays, school, and baby prep ahead of me, I'm sure it will fly by.

Our main prayers are to keep this baby cooking until surgery day.  With three kids, finding emergency childcare is not impossible, but not ideal.  Also, the possible complications of going into labor after three c-sections are also not ideal.

With that, I'm keeping my feet up, my stress level down, and my prayers fervent.

 And my medicine cabinet stocked with heartburn medications.