At the beginning of my pregnancy, I had grand plans of the stories I’d tell and the records I’d keep during this big adventure, but three months have zoomed by with not too many tales to tell—and not much energy to tell the ones I do have.
My days are spent continuing to work with frequent meals and trips to the bathroom. My nights are usually spent on the sofa, watching my belly, waiting for our little boy wonder’s acrobatics to begin. Rama and I are making the most of our time together while we’re still a He & I (including a babymoon). And we’re trying to stay connected with our friends and family, both near and far.
The questions I get asked most often these days are:
Q: How are you feeling?
A: Pretty good! A few aches and pains, but nothing major. Lately, I am hungry every two hours and I pee every 15 minutes.
Q: Have you had any cravings?
A: Oh yes. At the beginning, I wanted In-N-Out every week. There were 3 or 4 weeks when I couldn’t get enough of Breyer’s heath bar ice cream. Salad has always sounded good to me. And then there are the days when I’ve woken up needing a certain something, like a meatball sandwich or waffles or clam chowder or fried chicken or fresh strawberries or sushi (I’ve kept away from sashimi, don’t worry).
Q: When is the baby due, again?
A: August 17.
Three months to go, and it feels both like an eternity and a blink of an eye. I am so excited for the next chapter in our lives, but I also want to savor this time, right here, right now.