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The following post was written in June 2017 when I was pregnant with my first baby, Graci. I hope you enjoy this post about the end of pregnancy from the archives! Please leave a comment below to let us know what you think!
Yesterday marked 38 weeks pregnant! Wow. It feels like such a milestone to be this far along in my pregnancy. I’m definitely ready to have my body back and to meet my little girl. And this got me thinking about how odd your last few weeks of pregnancy really are.
You Get Excited When You Experience Pain
Could this be it?
I can’t explain the excitement that I get every single time I get a really painful cramp in my stomach. While such a pain would have terrified me earlier in the pregnancy, I’m now so eager to go into labor that pain now equates to excitement. I don’t think there will ever be another time in my life when I’ll be excited for excruciating pain.
I Want This Baby Out, Now
I spent the majority of the pregnancy hoping my baby would stay in my belly. Now, I want her out.
I’ve talked about my pregnancy fears before (check out posts here and here). You spend so much of the first trimester of your pregnancy crossing your fingers that your little one will stay put. Any strange symptom has you running to call the doctor in fear of a miscarriage or there being something wrong with your baby.
Now, on the other hand, I get excited whenever a strange symptom appears that might indicate labor. It’s so funny how things do a complete 180!
You Realize You Might Actually Miss It
After months of hating pregnancy, you realize you might actually miss it.
I’m miserable at this stage of my pregnancy. Ankles are swelling, my feet look like someone blew them full of air. But, just as much as I want to be un-pregnant, I realize that I am going to miss this time of my life.
Once my daughter is born, I’m going to have to share her with the world. The uber private club that her and I have rocked for the last nine months will be no longer. The thing that I’ll miss the most are the little kicks and the fact that I haven’t been alone for a single second all these months!
Fellow mommas, I want to hear from you! Did you experience these feelings at the end of your pregnancy?