Slow and steady

I think for most pregsters, time tends to move like it does when you're really stoned. (Dude, has it been 10 minutes or like 6 hours?) I constantly find myself being amazed that there are so many weeks left when I've clearly been pregnant forEVER , while simultaneously being surprised at how many milestones we've somehow managed to muddle our way through!

As of today, we're 35 weeks along - just one month to go! 

Let's review our accomplishments, shall we?

1st Trimester

We survived the trauma of (and forgiven the fetus for) all day and night "morning" sickness for 16 weeks, not gotten fired from our jobs, not fallen asleep at work, and neither Hubs nor I quit our jobs in a fit of hormones!

During this golden period of nausea and exhaustion, we somehow managed to complete an insane number of home projects to get the house on the market, and figured out how to divvy up housework so that I could manage not to feel completely worthless while unable to lift anything heavy. We also somehow managed to keep the house super clean for real-estate showings, while Hubs was directing his first show at work.

2nd Trimester

Feeling better - it was worth not killing myself in the 1st trimester! We also somehow continued to keep the house pristine for showings and open houses with poor Hubs having to do all the lawn mowing by himself :( 

Once the sickness was gone and his show closed, we also managed to act like a couple again :) We got to see some plays and movies, and made a few trips to Nashville and one to Canada. We started buying maternity clothes, and worked through preliminary budget fears. We hit a rough patch with a car crash and having to get a new car, but managed to come out the other side fairly unscathed.

Most importantly, towards the end of this trimester, we started being able to feel the baby move around and we started to feel pregnant instead of just miserable, sick and fat. Granted the new sensations were strange and bordering on X-Files but somehow those little movements made it all start to seem real for the first time.

3rd Trimester

Of course rough spots were unavoidable, and we hit some: My maternity leave benefits proved to be very disappointing, and gestational diabetes has been no picnic. Of course, pregnancy hormones + crushing disappointment never = grace, so both of these rough spots led to some rather unattractive meltdowns on my part, but we got through them. The diabetes is staying under control through diet for the time being so I don't have to take any drugs or shoot up or anything. Also, we have the daycare all picked out, and have visited the place for a whole hour so we both feel WAY better about leaving our little one in their hands at such a wee age.

As of this week, we also have the pediatrician picked out and standing by for the big day (and the next 18 years),  and I have all my maternity leave paperwork submitted. We're pre-registered at the hospital, and I've worked out my leave schedule with my wonderful wonderful bosses. The house is blessedly off the market, so I can actually relax and put my feet up when I need to...

I think all we have left to do is get a car seat, arrange the nursery and wash all those tiny little clothes in Dreft! Is that possible? But there was so much to do and deal with and get past!

Anybody notice anything glaring that we've forgotten about? Can it be possible that we really are near the end? But it's only been like a month! Or has it been like 5 years?

This goes away, right?