Today, I am 34 weeks into my 3rd pregnancy. If I’m “lucky”, I only have 6 weeks left. In the last couple weeks, the size of my belly exploded to an uncomfortable size. It grew so big so quickly, people are now joking that I could have two in there, even my husband says this (please no).
I am still not at the point where I want to be done being pregnant. I have too much to still do to want to be done being pregnant. If the baby came now (okay, how about a healthy gestational age of 37 weeks the earliest) I’d be even more overwhelmed than I am now. Nothing would get done after baby boy arrives. Once he’s here, it’s basically all about surviving those first few weeks with him, not starting projects.