This week I'm saying goodbye to the second quarter. I started the final stretch of my pregnancy and I felt better and wanted to see the baby.
Last night I dreamed of childbirth. In my dreams I saw how the doctor barely got the baby out, placed it on my chest (which they did not do with Lucas), I could see his face, his hair and his eyes exactly. The emotion woke me up.
As I had said before, my belly was very noticeable since the first months, it seems that it has now normalized, comparing it with other mothers who are the same weeks of pregnancy that I look normal size.
I'm walking for a while, as usual exercise, but to tell the truth and although the walks are short, more than tired I feel the weight of the belly and arrive home exhausted to lie on the couch. My son almost does not contain the desire to be born: when he watches TV he asks me if the baby is watching too, he asks me if the baby will be hungry, if he has eyes and comments that he will teach him to play. Yesterday he suggested that we call it "Blutaco", names are always invented.
At the same time that I say goodbye to the second trimester I have caught a cold, and here I am heroically enduring that it happens to me alone, although the doctor has prescribed me paracetamol I prefer not to take it if it is not very necessary.
Missing ... three months are nothing, yes six months and peak have been flying.
