by Melissa Willets posted in Pregnancy

At around 30 weeks, I am SO done being pregnant. I feel like Shamu cross-bred with a Sumo wrestler, and I?m so tired I might as well be 180 years old. By the time I get to breakfast, I?m like ?Is this day over yet"?
It?s a frustrating stage, because every task is difficult, from squeezing my bowling ball tummy into a pair of yoga pants and my circus-freak boobs into a T-shirt, to picking up after my kids and cooking for my family, including the tapeworm that has lodged itself in my belly and has the appetite of a high school football team. The hours creeeeep by like time has slowed down just to taunt me. Each night I get collapse into bed and think, ?Okay, I made it another day.? Then I pass out like a drunk sorority girl.
But four" What if I can?t handle four" What if I can?t handle a boy, after only having girls so far" What if I?m too old to get up in the middle of the night with a newborn" What if he senses how out of practice I am"
These doubts and more swirl around in my head almost any time I stop moving for even a second. And I think: no matter how challenging late pregnancy has become, I would so much rather suffer at this stage than face the uncertainty of welcoming a new baby into our world.
I know I can?t stay pregnant forever, even if it feels like I already have. Eventually, the day will come when he?s ready to be born and despite any misgivings I'll have to face my fears I must.
I just wis...