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Well I am well into my third trimester now. In eleven weeks and one day Stan will be here. I am overwhelmed with joy for him and grief for the babies I carried that didnt make it this far.
At every misscarriage I ever had hubby would always say 'there will be other babies' and I could never get him to understand that each baby was unique, that another baby would not be the one I lost. That even though they never made it that far along, to me each one was a person from the moment I found out about him/her, and that I grieved for them like I had known them and met them.
Anyway...I dont want to delve too deep into that.
There is certainly nothing wrong with Stanley. He is still kicking the hell out of me, still apparently very keen to get the hell out and meet us. He is gonna be big for sure, I am positively huge at the moment.
As for me, right now I feel good, though everyone tells me I should expect to go through a tired phase soon. My mum said thsat during the eight month with my sister in particular (summer baby) by month eight she just wanted her out already...so I have that to look forward too. I am already growing impatient - I wanna meet him! I also want it to end so I can see him and hold him and have some control over him being safe - because of my medical history I have always felt a little like he is not safe in my womb, its like I see my womb as a hostile, baby-killing environment and I've had more than a few nightmares throughout the course of the pregnancy. I have to keep reminding myself that there have been no problems whatsoever with this pregnancy except for that bleeding I had which turned out to be nothing serious.
In eleven weeks my life changes for good and I cant wait.
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Posted by chebtastic1 on 2008-05-16 10:34:10 | Rating: n/a | Views: 73
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