A Temporary Grouch

A little confession: I've turned into something of a grouch. Only a temporary grouch, but a grumpy, easily ruffled one just the same. This particular strain of grouchiness is typically observed in women who are 36 weeks pregnant or more. Easy to identify, this grouchiness is brought on by mental, emotional, and physical strain and manifests itself in fits of weepiness alternated with less frequent but equally intense fits of industry as she attempts to ready herself and her little nest for the soon to be born baby. Washing and folding tiny blue baby clothes will offer a brief reprieve from aforementioned grouchiness and bring a wistful smile to her face and flutters of eager anticipation to her chest. Cherish these moments, as they are likely to be short lived and will abruptly end as her throbbing back brings her back down to the very uncomfortable reality of the present. And then she'll have to go pee. For the 52nd time that day.

Oh dear, what a rant! I don't really mean it of course, just letting off steam. I am getting rather big and cumbersome, but even more than that, I'm just so very eager to meet this little fellow, my patience is running out. All in good time, I'm sure, and I'm trying to remember to breathe deeply and be fully present in these oh so precious moments. Nothing is ever certain of course, but I'd say there's a fair chance this might be our last baby (we both come from two kid households, so it feels normal), and thus this could very well be the last time I'll feel these precious (and powerful!) little jabs and punches that accompany pregnancy. So, rather than whine and carry on, I'm going to make a concentrated effort to enjoy this time of waiting. I will try.