On Saturday, we ticked over a milestone and entered the third trimester. Seems like a good time to recap.
So, there you have it. We have 90 days left (give or take) of our life as we know it. These days, I am pretty uncomfortable. Getting in and out of the car is challenging. Things fall on the floor and they are dead to me, basically. I am cooking up a storm, freezing stuffed peppers, quiche, soup, and chili for sometime in February when my parents have gone home and I am too tired to do much more than defrost. We’ve started a birth class and have read a few books so we are basically still totally clueless.
I got my hair cut today and as I walked into the salon I thought, “This might be the last haircut I get before the baby comes.” The next 90 days will be full of “lasts” like this, I’m sure. But the days, weeks, months, and years after that will be full of firsts, and that’s a scary and awesome thought, all at the same time.