Third Trimester…

I remember actually enjoying my third trimester with Teddy. With this little one I’ve had anxiety, insomnia, muscle cramps, restlessness, and mood swings. I’m all over the place these days. I can’t communicate what I need or want. I’m constantly hungry, yet I have heartburn no matter what I eat. I guzzling water like a mad woman. I’m chasing a toddler around and having to sit down every half hour or so.

I’m huge. I’m tired. I cannot make sentences.

I had a dream last night that the baby was a girl. Totally weird, since I’m pretty sure it’s not. Anyway, I was giving birth in the cafeteria of the hospital, while all the medical school graduates were lining up for graduation. My doctor took Alex and me back into the kitchen and performed my c section, while I was asleep. I woke up right as he was pulling the baby out. He laid “her” on the scale next to his computer and told me she was 6 lbs and 9 oz. then he peeled her from the sack and showed me the proof that she was a girl. Alex and I said, “whaaaaaaat?” Then I stood up (yes, after my c section), and my doctor dismissed us through the kitchen into the cafeteria. We passed the doctors in their regalia as Pomp and Circumstance began. We walked through the doors to the long table where our family was sitting, and I (in my gown) said, “Whelp! We’re all done.” And Alex told everyone in a hushed and mediocre tones that the baby was a girl. Everyone said, “Oh, that’s nice.”

No one even really cared. Or at least they didn’t believe it.

Later I grabbed some food (still in my gown), and my mom came with me. I was handed the baby by a nurse and they put a huge pink bow in her hair. She was well over 10 pounds by now and she looked exactly like my 2nd cousin Megan.

Then Teddy woke up saying, “All done NIGH-NIGH!”

Only 5 weeks and 3 days left until he head to the cafeteria. I mean, hospital.