I won’t call it the cruelest month since month 9 is right around the corner and I’m no fool, but my oh my, pregnancy month 8 is not for the weak. Something happens around week 32 where magically the clock resets to first trimester woes except this time with a moving honeydew inside you. Nausea, which I had delighfully eluded in those first couple of months, rears its ugly head here and there in the middle night once more, to keep its cousins heartburn and acid reflux company (so help me if that child is bald!).
And then there’s all the new stuff too. Like the fact that you now most certainly waddle rather than walk. And your pelvis is seemingly splitting in two. And although Craig has been kind in saying otherwise, emotionally you’re taking a toll too. Please don’t take it personally if I haven’t spoken to you in a while, really. I’ve gone into semi-manic nesting mode, demanding that every last item be purchased and all baby goods be assembled at once. I want the cars to be detailed this week (perhaps the last time they’ll remain clean inside?) and the car seats installed. And I’ve made lists. Many lists. All of this in the last week alone, all while crying at random things too — almost even at a scene from Happy Feet or most definitely while just waiting for Craig to return from the post office. Seriously, pregnancy’s no joke.