Every Thursday, without fail, I am genuinely surprised to see a message from my Baby Center pregnancy app pop up on my phone, alerting me that I am another week closer to having 3 kids.
With the exception of the first 14-15 weeks, this pregnancy has flown by faster than I can even comprehend. It doesn’t even feel real somedays.
Well, I mean, it DOES because I can really feel the baby nearly constantly. (HUGE difference between having an anterior placenta for my last 2 pregnancies and a posterior placenta for this one. Makes it feel like I’m pregnant with a constantly spinning egg beater.)
But I guess the beauty of being experienced at this by this point is I don’t have to give it much thought? I’m familiar with all the aches and pains. I know what to expect, though I keep reading the What to Expect app for fun… or possibly out of obligation? It told me today that I’m entering my 3rd trimester this week.
I’M SORRY WHAT THE HELL?
I yell at my phone a lot.
This is… not possible? We haven’t done a thing for this kid. We haven’t even really nailed down names. I don’t even have a Pinterest board for them yet! Poor, neglected little soul.
And my Baby Center pregnancy app (which, btw, I really love), shows a picture of what appears to be a fully formed, yet small baby inside me. When I imagine this baby, I’m still thinking a cluster of cells that’s somehow able to morph into a powerful amoeba and ram itself into my bladder 200x a day.
27 weeks. This shit is bananas.
