Third Trimester?!?!?!

This past weekend, I had a minor meltdown, concerning this baby...It all started on Friday when I went to see my doctor for my monthly check up. As usual, everything was fine. We heard the strong heartbeat, blood pressure was good, weight gain is fine etc. As I was leaving her office, she said, "I'll see you in a month. You'll be in your third trimester by then!"

That was the only thing she said, and it sent me over the edge. In my mind, third trimester was still weeks, if not months away! Third trimester is the END of pregnancy! Third trimester means the baby IS COMING! Third trimester means we'd better be ready! I rushed out of her office as quickly as I could, and spent the drive home trying to calm myself down. I was having a small issue breathing, and working desperately to convince myself that all is going to be just fine.

I knew I was being a bit irrational, but it really shook me. I held it together Friday night, but Saturday morning was another story. I attended the expectant Mom's brunch at church. It was a wonderful morning with other ladies from the church who are pregnant. It was fun to share our stories, and get to know them better. The ladies who hosted the brunch did a beautiful job decorating, pampering us, making the brunch, and answering questions we may have had. One is a doctor, one is a retired lactose specialist, and all were moms who've had a few kids of their own. At the end of the time together, one of the hostesses came to pray with each of us. When the doctor came to pray with me, she asked if I had any concerns about delivery, etc. My response to her...'I'm not even THINKING about delivery right now. I just need to get it in my brain that this baby is actually coming. I'm so not ready for this!" That's when the tears started. She smiled, nodded her head and assured me this is normal and a lot of it is just the hormones raging. I did feel better after she prayed with me.

When I got home, Scott asked how it went, and said I looked tired. When I told him it was from the tears, he was very concerned. As I explained my feelings to him, he listened patiently, then in that gentle way of his, he said, "Well, we have to be ready, because we can't send the kid back." Such a simple truth, but one I needed to hear. I was a bit weepy for the rest of the day, but I've been fine since.

I just needed my minor meltdown time for a day or two, and all is well! I still don't feel prepared, but I am excited and looking forward to learning lots of new things as we continue to prepare for this baby.