Can you believe that I’m almost 29 weeks pregnant?

Time is so tricky. In some ways I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever and ever, but in others, I feel like I just saw those 2 little pink lines on a stick.

Here’s another tricky (and painfully honest) truth. I absolutely, in every way, feel incredibly blessed to be pregnant. I truly do. It is not lost on me how many people would do just about anything to be pregnant. I know this.

But friends, I just don’t love it.

I love the part of pregnancy when you push a tiny baby out of your body and your heart swells and almost bursts with love. That is part that I’m addicted to. But pregnancy? Not so much.

Maybe I’m just burnt out on pregnancy. Here’s my rap sheet.

July-October 2008 (pregnant and miscarried).

January-October 2009 (Bitzy).

July 2010-May 2011 (Brother).

May 2012-Present (New Baby).

That’s a whole lotta being pregnant in a small span of time. Am I please allowed to be a little burnt out? Pretty please?

On the flip side (and slightly manic side), I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the kicks, movements and the miracle of a brand new life swimming around inside of me. It is absolutely magical. In fact, so far in my life, it is my favorite thing ever. The magic of creating a new person with my beloved and feeling her grow, get stronger and ultimately join us in the world, well, it’s just my favorite thing. There is nothing that humbles me more. The fact that the Creator God, has entrusted new life to Zach and I is a gift that is beyond my wildest dreams.

So basically throughout the day I vacillate between being incredibly uncomfortable and annoyed at being pregnant and being completely enthralled and overjoyed.

Told you I am manic.

As crazy as I am, I know that I’m blessed with another uneventful pregnancy so far. Around 25 weeks I always breath a sigh of relief at the “viability” stage. And another really big one at 30 weeks. And of course, the biggest one at 36 weeks. We’re getting there. Slowly, but surely.

There is also the weight gain factor. You see, there are two schools of thought on this. Some people like to really watch what they eat in pregnancy so they don’t have as much to lose afterward. And then, there are those who like to eat whatever they want, whenever they want and lose it all after the baby comes.

I would be in the latter category.

The only problem is that at the end of the pregnancy I am basically waddling around like a stuck pig. But still, I proudly stand by my fried chicken and ice cream. In non-pregnancy Weight Watcher land, the fried chicken and milkshakes are hard to come by, so I’m enjoying every last bite.

And thanks to my pal WW, I’ve managed to lose all the weight after every pregnancy, so I’m sticking to my eat everything in sight plan and will hop back on the WW train in March.

That is until all my maternity clothes get too small around 35 weeks and I’m basically wearing tents for the last few weeks. Oh well. I can’t have my cute shirts and my ice cream I suppose.

Totally worth it.

Anyway, there you have it. In 11 short weeks I’m going to meet my new baby girl and I’m so excited. Nervous, yes. Absolutely terrified, yes. But, overjoyed- in every single way.

Have a wonderful day friends!