Can you hear it in your head? The song from the original Toy Story, when Woody doesn’t know what to do about Andy’s new favorite toy, or how to sort out feeling left behind? “Straaaaaaaange things are happenin’ to me. Straaaaaaaange thiiiiiings…” You remember, right?
If there were a theme song for how I’m feeling today, this would be it. I’m starting to experience all of the third trimester changes and aches and pains, and it really feels strange. I’m used to being high energy and limber and ready to hit the road for a good long run. Today though, I’m creeping off of the couch like a stereotypical pregnant lady and s.l.o.w.l.y. making my way through chores and up and down stairs. Something has shifted. And I don’t feel like I can control it, because I can’t really. It’s happening to me.
Tonight I’m really anxious to put the aches to bed and to curl up around my obnoxiously large and “C”-shaped maternity pillow. I’m excited for the reprieve, even if it’s only ’til morning. I love being pregnant; I really do. I also like being able to tie my own shoes, touch my toes, spring up out of bed, run down the stairs, train for a race. Pregnancy at this stage is oh-so-glamorous.
So, while I’m still admiring the growth of this little baby and getting very excited for the big day to finally arrive, I’m also doing my best to stay distracted with organizing and washing and folding and prepping so that I can focus on the very joyful parts of this home stretch. Strange things are happening indeed. Strange and beautiful things!
“ain’t no doubt about it”,