With my baby bump on display, I often hear the same question: “When’s the due date?” followed by, “You must be so excited!” The truth? I’m not really feeling that excitement. Seven months into my third pregnancy, I appreciate the journey and the love surrounding me, but I also know the hardest parts are still ahead. After six years away from pregnancy, this transition feels daunting.
1. I’ve Been Here Before. Twice.
The first pregnancy was a whirlwind of joy, while the second brought a mix of surprise and apprehension. Managing two under two was not part of my plan. Now that my kids are 6 and 7, I’ve grown accustomed to their independence. They can dress themselves, prepare breakfast, and even grant me the occasional nap. So, why did I ever think that welcoming a newborn back into this mix would be enjoyable?
2. More Stuff Isn’t Appealing.
Babies don’t just come into the world; they come with a mountain of gear, courtesy of well-meaning friends and family. Yes, I appreciate the offers of baby items, but after four years without clutter, the last thing I want is a pile of baby stuff taking over my space. I’m slowly coming to terms with needing a few essentials, but the thought of clutter makes me cringe.
3. Birth Plans and Opinions? No, Thanks.
I’m not in the mood to discuss my birth plan, midwife, or diaper choices. There’s a wealth of options out there, and I’m well-informed from my past experiences. If I wanted your opinion, I would ask for it. Just as I don’t owe you an invitation to the delivery room, I don’t feel the need to share every detail of my plans.
4. Social Media Pressure
Let’s face it, social media can be overwhelming, especially during pregnancy. While we contemplated keeping my pregnancy off Facebook, I knew someone would inevitably bring it up. Now, every announcement feels like a competition for creativity, with elaborate gender reveals and grand celebrations. For us? We simply shared the news at 20 weeks, and the reactions were mostly shock—perfectly fine in my book.
5. 40 Weeks Feels Endless.
With my first two pregnancies, I discovered I was expecting around the 10-week mark. This time, it was just 5 weeks in, making the next 35 weeks feel like an eternity. Yes, we’re nearing the finish line, but each week drags on, and the baby’s size is compared to yet another fruit or vegetable. When people ask if I’m ready, I can only think, “Ready for what? The baby will come when it’s ready!” All I truly need at this point is a car seat—which I haven’t even purchased yet because I keep telling myself I have time.
Despite my mixed feelings right now, I know this little one will bring immense joy. I look forward to witnessing my older children’s excitement when they meet their sibling. The support from friends and family, which stretches far and wide, will help me navigate the challenges ahead. So while I may not be bursting with excitement just yet, I’m confident that will change soon enough.
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In summary, while my current pregnancy brings a mix of emotions, I am optimistic about the upcoming changes. The adventure ahead will be unique, and I’m ready to embrace the journey.