Is it that time yet?

I swear focusing on work tasks was not this difficult before I was pregnant.  

So many people have asked me how I am doing with the pregnancy lately.  I think the inquisitions have come more steadily since I have suddenly become VERY pregnant.  Honestly, I look at 7.5 months like what a lot of women look like around the time their water breaks!  I’m doing alright.  I wasn’t handling things very gracefully at the beginning of the third trimester.  It seemed as though I doubled in size over night and with the added girth I wasn’t sleeping at all and I was in pain most of the time.  Right now, right this moment I’m doing okay.  I’ve developed a pretty good bedtime routine that involves doing some stretches for my back and a good crack right before I get into my comfy position for sleep.  It seems to be working so far (knock on wood) since I have had consecutive fulfilling nights of sleep as of late. 

I’m at a point now where I actually don’t mind being pregnant.  It’s actually pretty amazing.  The movements from our little one are stronger and the pressure of him/her moving from side to side is so interesting I don’t even know how to describe it.  On my nights and days off I really enjoy just being with my family and taking care of the house.  Baking.  Organizing.  I guess they call this nesting.  The part that makes it hard is having to get up, put on my happy professional face, drive into Vancouver and work all day.  That is the part that makes pregnancy hard.  Yes, for the most part I sit at a desk.  Not the most comfortable position to be in all day.  When I’m not at the desk I am running programs; whether they are cooking or personal development programs.  It’s not hard work by any means.  It’s really not.  As my lovely Aunty Patti pointed out to me last weekend at my baby shower, my mother worked shift work in a factory when she was pregnant with us.  Pretty sure she didn’t work right up to the end but still.  That’s hard labour.  

So I guess I am torn between feeling like I just don’t want to do it any more even though I only have 6 more weeks to go and feeling guilty because so many more women have so much more demanding jobs and are getting through it.  I know I know.  Every pregnancy is different.  My mom didn’t have any sickness but she did have varicose veins, heart burn and indigestion with all her kids.  I have been lucky so far to avoid those three plus stretch marks (again, knock on wood).  I just keep telling myself one day at a time.  Just take it easy and take one day at a time.  No matter how many times I look at it and try to find a new solution, in order to be off on leave after the baby’s one year birthday I will have to keep plucking along.  6 more weeks and I can finally be home for a bit before baby comes.  Unless baby comes early then I’m screwed!