Dear Third Trimester of Pregnancy,
Let’s get straight to the point: you can be quite the challenge. So many expectant mothers look forward to finally meeting you, only to realize that you come with a hefty 12 weeks still ahead. That’s right—12 weeks! Which translates to about three long months, or roughly 90 days. That’s a lot of sleepless nights filled with acid reflux and multiple trips to the bathroom, not to mention the joy of cramping up in the middle of the night. It’s no surprise that you’re not everyone’s favorite phase.
You’re the longest trimester, the one where the excitement of being pregnant starts to wear thin. All women want is to relax with friends over a glass of wine and reclaim a sense of normalcy. Because let’s be honest, pregnancy doesn’t exactly bring out the fun side. It’s a time when all you do is snore and navigate mood swings. You become a spectator, watching others enjoy life while a little miracle inside you is practicing its karate moves on your bladder. Ugh, really?
Can you believe it? Twelve more weeks of this. And everyone keeps saying, “Just take it easy! Put your feet up!” Sure, that sounds great, but it’s hard to relax when you feel like your ribs are being crushed by a watermelon. When lounging isn’t even an option, you know it’s about to get intense.
Yes, I had my share of struggles in the first and second trimesters, but at least my clothes still fit. But then you show up, dear Third Trimester, and suddenly my oversized tees can’t contain my underbelly. Even my maternity jeans are feeling snug. It’s like elastic has its limits.
Now I’m stuck in a dilemma—should I invest in bigger clothes? After all, I’ll only be wearing them for 12 weeks. But let’s be real, 12 weeks is a long time to walk around with my belly peeking out. So, I find myself online, splurging on $200 worth of bigger maternity outfits. Why not throw in a fancy handbag while I’m at it? After all, I’ve saved quite a bit by skipping out on sushi and cocktails these past months, and handbags are always a fit!
And as for the not-so-glamorous side effects of this trimester, I’ll spare you the gory details. Just know that sneezing has become a major anxiety trigger, especially with a bowling ball sitting on my bladder. So much fun, right?
Truth is, I’m not wishing you away. I just want time to speed up. I’ve made it through you three times before, and while I’ve had my doubts and false alarms about you ending, I know you won’t last forever. But let’s be real—you’ve got a reputation for being tough. And while I’m dealing with being pregnant and hormonal, you’re just going to have to accept that title. You’re a challenge I love to push through, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need you. You signify that I’m one step closer to meeting my little one. And for that, all your quirks are worth it.
So here’s to the next 90 days. Bring it on—but please, cut me some slack. I’m not as young as I was during our first encounter.
With love,
An (impatient) mama-to-be who will probably soon realize that surviving the third trimester is a walk in the park compared to raising four kids.
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Summary
The letter humorously expresses the frustrations and challenges of the third trimester of pregnancy, highlighting the physical discomforts, emotional rollercoaster, and the anticipation of meeting the baby. It reflects a blend of humor, honesty, and a touch of sentimentality, acknowledging the difficulties while also recognizing the joy that comes with the journey.