Third Trimester: Misery, Kicks, and Counting Down the Seconds.

Third Trimester: Let the Misery Begin

The third trimester… boy, I can definitely say I was more than ready for it to be over. It was pure misery. Every inch of my body ached as though each cell was begging for relief. Sciatica, back pain – they were my constant companions, like an uninvited duo that wouldn’t leave. By the second trimester, I found myself living at the chiropractor’s office every two weeks. And car rides? Torture. I’d lie down in the back seat for even short trips because sitting upright was unbearable. (Yes, I know, it wasn’t the safest choice. But when you’re desperate, you’ll try anything.) If you want to read more about the struggles of my second trimester, click here.

The Anterior Placenta Anxiety

Remember that anterior placenta I mentioned? It became a major source of anxiety for me. Because of its position, I didn’t really feel my baby’s kicks until around 6.5-7 months. At ultrasounds, he was always moving, but the extra layer of “cushion” (imagine a pillow over the placenta) meant he really had to kick hard for me to feel it. Everyone around me kept talking about those magical baby kicks, and I felt like I was missing out on that experience.

Third Trimester Kicks: Not So Magical, Definitely Painful!

When I finally did start feeling those kicks, the connection I’d longed for quickly turned into, “Maybe I wasn’t ready for this!” 😂 Those kicks? Excruciating. My stomach felt rock-hard, and he had zero space to move. It felt like he was trying to punch his way out of me, and of course, he was most active at night. The sleep deprivation, mixed with his midnight kickboxing sessions, was pure frustration. If you’re curious about how my first trimester went and when I first found out I was pregnant, click the links.

Third Trimester Emotions and the Mental Exhaustion of Late Pregnancy

On top of the physical pain, the emotional rollercoaster was at it’s peak. Constant exhaustion became my norm, and the “what ifs” of motherhood raced through my mind. Ultimately, those last three months were dedicated to mental preparation, to creating a safe space in my mind for my baby boy’s arrival.

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