I have hit the third trimester deluge, and I am definitely feeling the pressure to get stuff done. (Confession: I may or may not have gotten overly emotional after leaving the Motor Vehicle Tag & Title office because I was ready to cross this particular hassle off my to-do list, and I was informed that it wasn’t going to happen—at least not that day. I blame the hormones.)
Everyone says the second trimester is the time to be productive and prep for baby, theoretically so you can (somewhat) coast through your last three months, when exhaustion and swelling leave you feeling less than eager to get off the couch. That was my plan. And it was a good one. But then my plan was derailed by morning—noon and night—sickness, which decided to stick around until week 20. So I spent half of my second trimester trying not to throw up. Decorating the nursery or washing baby clothes couldn’t have been less of a priority.
Now here I am at week 29 with an ever-growing list of things to do before Birdie flies the coop. Things like … calling about pediatrician open houses, actually picking a pediatrician, anchoring furniture in the nursery, calling my health insurance provider to claim my free breast pump, taking a breastfeeding class, signing up for an infant CPR course, writing out our birth plan, meeting with our doula, getting documents in order to expedite Birdie’s passport after birth, finishing the three or four home improvement projects we’ve started, organizing and putting away the baby stuff that has piled up in our living room and guest room, deep cleaning the entire house before Birdie arrives, making a batch of freezer-friendly meals for postpartum, packing the hospital bag, picking up a birthing ball. I’m honestly thinking of more things to add to this list as I type it. Sigh.
Meanwhile time is just ticking away. We’re basically halfway through April, and there are only 10 more weekends (the prime time for tackling projects around our house) until my due date. TEN. I don’t even really have ten because we have weddings and graduations and other exciting life changes to celebrate with those near and dear. So, I’ve got less time and more to get done. Oof.
It would be pretty easy to stress out about all of this. (And sometimes that’s precisely what I do.) But I’m trying to think big picture here. We’ll do what we can, and if we need to, we’ll cut back on what’s less important. So what if we don’t get around to stashing two weeks’ worth of freezer meals? We can order a pizza or pick up takeout. It will be OK.
Thankfully Lee is—and has always been—wonderfully supportive and laid-back. It’s near impossible to rock his boat. He is the calm to my crazy, and I am so grateful that we’re doing this parenting thing together.