Week 39: Running Still
A week of running still, as we are now in the finish line.
Week 39: The baby is now the size of running shoes
I am quite tired this week and already doing much less around the house or anything. My husband is helping a lot, mainly taking care of Liam and spending time together. It is lovely to see them together, how much their bond is growing even stronger. There’s no energy or strength to do much, and simple things like preparing a light meal suddenly become a herculean adventure. My body and mind are exhausted although, somehow, I am so happy at the same time. It is a confusing and overwhelming feeling. The more I read about it, the more it seems like that’s classic end of pregnancy. Classic or not, it feels alien and enormously bigger than me.
Running out of time
These are the final moments of being a family of three, and I want to make the most out of it. It has been amazing, and I want to cherish it very much. While I am, of course, quite excited about the next phase, there’s no rush. The baby will hopefully come when he is ready and not when the doctors or anyone else decides. I am confident he won’t get into any issues with size or diabetes, and everything will happen naturally.
Running out of Patience
I knew that once the baby comes, there would be less time to dedicate to each person in the family but I wasn’t expecting this to be happening already, while still pregnant. There’s a lack of energy and mobility that affect how and how much I am interacting with everyone.
I am not as present and get drained very quickly. I wasn’t ready for this and feel frustrated. But, as my son has already learned, if I can’t run, I’ll walk; if I can’t walk, I’ll crawl. And soon enough, there will be a new baby in our arms and we’ll start a new path together.