Simon Asked Me Two Questions This Week

that made me think.

1. Knowing how much you’re not liking the 3rd trimester, do you appreciate your mum more for going through it?
2. If you knew 7.5 months ago what you know now, would you still do this?

My first response to #1 was no, I didn’t.  And then I thought about it some more and realized, yeah, maybe I do.  Not because once upon a time she carried me in her tummy.  But because she’s never mentioned it.  Not that I would expect my mum to be moaning about something that happened nearly 41 years ago, but because it gives me hope that I really will forget how huge and uncomfortable and awful I feel once this baby is in my arms.  As unlikely as that seems right now.

As for #2…I honestly don’t know.  On the one hand, I am so in love with this baby already, I can’t wait to meet it and find out who it is.  And I love the feeling of it moving inside of me.  To the extent that I wonder how much I’ll miss that part of being pregnant once I have babe in arms.

On the other hand, I’m exhausted, I hurt, I’m out of balance, walking down the hall from the front room to the bedroom puts me out of breath.  I do not, for one second, regret having a baby.

But I sure am thinking awfully hard about ever doing this again.