I am now in my 3rd trimester. The oh-so-wonderful life is slowly fading away. not that I’m being ungrateful and unhappy about the baby, but when the time is near, so does the uncomfortable state I am in now beginning to surface.
Why I don’t like 3rd trimesters:-
The baby is waayyyy active. Not just moving, moving. She’s jumping, kicking ass, and don’t know what else she is fighting in there. Its bearable of course but dang annoying.
Fatigue is driving me up the wall! There’s tons of things I want and need to do in my head- but my movements are becoming slower and slower, and so does my will power- when the lenguh kicks in. when that happens, all I can do is sit or lie down, which I hate if I have so many things to do!!
I’m becoming heavier, of course.. last checkup I was 55.4kg. and this leads to me walking dang slow. And dang tired climbing stairs at the monorail and star.
I haven’t taken my neurogain for the baby yet. Pity her. I should get rite on it!
And since the time is near, I am so not ready! I have to set an appointment with Hosp Serdang for my elective surgery.. I haven’t bought a thing for the baby’s arrival. And, when visiting Kak’s newborn, I felt a pang of fear. Wtf? I’m having my 3rd and I’m scared? Huhuhu~~ I am scared. A lot of things in my mind… even death- to that extent!
Well.. guess you’ve all know by now how tense I’ve become now. I’m still happy for my sunshine no.3 but dang… im stressing out!
