As if this pregnancy wasn’t crazy enough, the universe decided to sprinkle it with some coronavirus. I’m currently in my 9th month of pregnancy and so grateful to have made it this far with baby Krew. I usually self quarantine pregnant anyway but something about not being able to enjoy nice walks down a Target isle and not being able to buy random items from stores like Homegoods is just making this pregnancy a little harder. Also, having a 6 and 3 year old who usually get to go to parks, play dates, Barnes and Noble, museums, splash pads, etc., makes a crazy little home. This house is LOUD and these kids don’t care. Oh, and they are ALWAYS HUNGRY. I don’t know how two kids who were already homeschooled decided that they needed to up the ante once Corona, but they did.
I’m currently due the first week of June. I don’t know how to describe my feelings for how doctors appointments are going right now. I will be going from being seen every month to every week once I’m 37 and half weeks! My doctor’s office just decided to skip over being seen every 2 weeks! *unselfishly or selfishly crying inside* … My husband hasn’t been able to go to an appointment with me for months due to the no guest policy. Luckily, I was able to record our last ultrasound at 32 weeks so that he could see “not so little” Krew. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not playing with this virus or people who feel it’s not a big deal. I’m thankful for all these precautions but this virus has definitely taken some of the joy of being pregnant.
So now we wait. I’m in my 9th month of pregnancy, baby is a little over 6 pounds by now and my body is fed up! I mean fed the F up! I’m so ready for his arrival and for my stomach to no longer feel like I have a watermelon in it. This third one hits different and in talking with other moms, that’s just how it is. I’m sure there are unicorns out there who can carry a children effortlessly and dance in the moonlight while drinking a glass of water but I am not one of the chosen ones. Pregnancy is rough for me. Despite trying every remedy and all advice, I’m sick from month 1 to month 7. After month 7, I’m just heavy, sore and tired! Don’t even get me started on my mental state while being pregnant! OMG! Women really deserve the world for what happens to their body and mind during pregnancy, labor and post-partum.
I’ve chosen to still deliver in a hospital this last time around. I was VERY close to choosing a home delivery or one at a birthing center but the way my anxiety is set up….and the fact that I didn’t come into pregnancy with that decision just made it very hard to go that route, especially since I’ve had an unexplained loss this pregnancy. Nonetheless, we are SUPER hype for Krew’s arrival. These hospital bags are almost done being packed! I’m sure I’m overpacking but once we enter the hospital, my husband can’t leave for any reason, not even to get the car seat! If he does then they will not let him back in. For this reason, I’ve come to the conclusion that we have to bring the house to the hospital. *Insert Cardi B’s voice* “Ish is getting real!”
Thank God for online shopping & good health!

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