The last trimester.

It's just been on of those days, you know?
Where everything just didn't go your way.
Your patience running thin.
Your frustrations mounting.
No one seemed to be cooperating.
One of those days.
I hate these days.
But tomorrow will be better.

Tomorrow I hit 27 weeks with Baby Evie.
Which also signals the beginning of the final trimester of this pregnancy.
I'm looking forward to the end, but I'm also not as prepared for birth as I want to be at this stage.
So it's time to start preparing.
Going to be ordering my hypnobirthing self-study materials very soon.
Already have an app on my phone that I've downloaded that will allow me to listen to the tracks when I can.
Organising my first home visit with the doula to chat about birth plans and expectations, and to get her help with starting on hypnobirthing preparations.
Need to start reading the books I have about childbirth too.
Yes I've done this before, but my last experience was far from what I wanted, and with this pregnancy being my last, I desperately need and want this birth to be better.
So I know I can't just sit back and let it be, and I'm taking matters into my own hands and making sure I'm as prepared as I can ever be.
I also know that sometimes things don't go as planned. And that's okay too. I just want to be able to tell myself that I've tried my very best.
Being prepared is also about being prepared for all other scenarios that might or might not happen, so that I don't let myself wallow in disappointment when I need to focus on the job at hand.

It feels like I went straight from the first trimester straight into this third trimester.
The blissful second trimester really just flew by, what with me being busy with assignments and exams and Xander and everything else.
I'm not looking forward to the heat of summer in my heavily pregnant state.
Not looking forward to the immense discomfort that comes with the last lap.
Not looking forward to saying goodbye to my energy and freedom of movement.
But MOST DEFINITELY looking forward to the arrival of my little girl.
So I'll just deal with the rest of it.

In the meantime, I continue to marvel at the growing child inside my burgeoning belly.
At the antics that she gets up to at all hours of the day and night.
The rolling, the stretching, the kicking, the punching.
I find myself wondering what she'll be like.
Who she'll look like.
How different she'll be from her big brother.
And I smile my big contented mama smile when Xander waves at my belly, saying "good morning Baby Evie!" in the mornings.
I know he probably still doesn't fully understand, but it's good enough for me right now.

My heart is full, despite the stresses of the day.
I'll be back with another post soon :)