Third Trimester

I wasn't sure how long I would be working, but I wound up working into the third trimester and then some. I still had energy, I was feeling extremely large - that cute belly phase was long gone - and I just wanted to stay active. 

When I was 35-ish weeks we built a new green house - not really recommended, but it had to be done. We figured it would be done in a weekend but it wound up taking the two of us longer; with the final phase - the pulling over the green house plastic - being done during a storm. I was climbing up and down ladders and pulling plastic tied to a rope, things that would make my mother cringe, but the midwife told me 'you're pregnant, not sick' and told me as long as I felt comfortable I could continue to work. 

Once it was up I started seeding onions, figuring it would be my last seeding for a while. But my due date came and passed, so I took it as a blessing in disguise and started seeding our spring crops - and finished seeding them and there was still no baby. Once I was done seeding and the field was still cover cropped, there was really nothing I could do to keep my mind off of the fact that there was still no labor no baby, but I needed to find something. I was getting messages and calls every day from people asking if the baby was here yet - which, incase you dont know, is not something you should ask someone who is past their due date. They will let you know when the baby comes.


 I told family and friends that I was taking a break from everything and going 'off line' until the baby came, simply because I couldn't take it any more. I spent too much time researching how to induce labor naturally and tried all the things - long walks, bouncing on a ball, spicy food, visualization, sex, you name it - I tried it. And nothing was working. People I knew were going in to labor, having babies before their due date and it was all getting to me.

I felt like this baby was never going to come out, I told my husband that I was going to be the first person in history who just stayed pregnant and never went into labor. 

At some point I just couldn't take it any more and I just stopped; I stopped reading about it, stopped thinking about it and tried to enjoy this weird in-between time. I did some things for myself, binge watched netflix, went swimming and ate lots of cookies. In the end August was 2 weeks late and the labor and birth were a doozie - but thats a story for another time. 

Looking back, the last few weeks felt longer than the entire pregnancy. Time seemed to go slower and I only got bigger and bigger. If you're in this phase right now, know that I FEEL YOU, it will be over soon. Try to have a sense of humor and treat yo self.