My Goodness, How the Time Has Flown

I wish I had exciting news to report in an effort to explain my lack of posting as of late, but honestly, day-to-day life and pure exhaustion are the only things that have been occupying my time. April and the first portion of May were tightly packed with things to do, and perhaps it’s due to being pregnant, but time has continued to feel like it’s flying by at a pace too brisk for me to keep up. Lately, the story of my life seems to be “so much to do, so little time,” and I constantly have to remind myself to just breathe.

The past six weeks have been a hodgepodge of running errands and crossing items off of my hefty to-do list, along with two little milestones: turning another year older and entering the third trimester of my pregnancy.

As much as I daydreamed about celebrating my birthday with a frozen mudslide and a romantic getaway to an exotic locale with my husband, pregnancy hinders any such fun. But that’s not to say I didn’t have a wonderful birthday. How could I not have had a perfect day when it began with this beautiful surprise?


Leo and I set aside the day for the two of us to spend together – especially meaningful to me since it won’t be “just the two of us” for much longer. We enjoyed conversation over brunch, window shopping while holding hands, an afternoon of lounging at home with our pup, and dinner out on the town. A few days later, my parents came to visit for nearly a week. Their time with us was filled with long morning walks, indulging in the local cuisine in downtown Charleston, shopping trips, whipping up homemade meals and other goodies in the kitchen, enjoying laidback evenings of movie watching, and organizing the baby’s nursery. Spending so much quality time with my husband and family provided the perfect dose of happiness.


The third trimester announced its arrival in mid-April with an array of new discomforts and a trip to the clinic for a glucose screening, blood work, and a Rhogam injection. Despite all the negative hype and my aversion to needles, I did just fine.

Currently, I'm 32 weeks along, and I’m finally feeling the effects of being really pregnant. Gone are the bursts of energy, liveliness, and ease of mobility I had in the second trimester. I feel myself slowing down and tiring out, my sense of balance has completely flown the coop, and I’ve been hit with another sinus infection along with a laundry list of new, uncomfortable symptoms. I’ve gained over 25 pounds thus far, which falls within the healthy range, but for a petite girl of 5’0” who began her pregnancy at under 100 pounds, I feel like I’m carrying the weight of the entire world in my belly. I’m constantly told by family, friends, and strangers alike that I’m “all baby,” but it doesn’t always feel that way to me. I’ve definitely had my moments of struggling to accept my changing body, but I get through the physical and emotional changes by relying on the support of my husband, concentrating on the baby, and reminding myself that discomfort is such a small price to pay for what I’ll gain in the end.