So we just wrapped week 25. I need to make little notes to myself throughout the week because by the time I sit down to write this I’m like, “Well, I know some stuff happened…”.
Blame it on the pregnancy brain. This is something I always chocked up to being a pregnancy myth, but my God is it so very real! I’m a total space cadet some days, just staring without a clue what I should be doing.
On the other hand, I think that nesting bug might be starting to show itself as when I’m not spacing I can’t seem to get enough done. Yesterday, for instance, I took on Sam’s, the grocery store, Target, and then took down and packed up all the Christmas decorations. I keep getting this overwhelming since that WE ARE NOT READY! I mean, we only have a crib, five pairs of socks and a sippy cup she can’t use until Halloween. I want to go to Babies R Us and Target and stock up on anything and everything we do and could possible need and start stacking it up. But that makes no sense. I have an incredible group of family and friends who are collectively throwing three showers this spring… so I need to wait. The likelihood of getting five diaper genies is probably inevitable, and I certainly won’t need the sixth that I purchase myself.
Last week I took an afternoon off work and treated myself to an hour-long pre-natal massage (compliments of said work). I can’t even express how much I needed this. My back is shot, and currently this is my greatest and most legitimate complaint. If I’m standing “straight,” my back looks like the capital letter C. My yoga helps and I’m trying to get up and move as much as I can during the day. Shelton’s great about trying to work out the kinks too. I’m just carrying so much extra weight up front that I feel like my back is screaming MAYDAY and waving a white flag. That or the baby has actually wrapped herself around my spine and is riding it like a fireman’s pole.
Duh, Duh, Duhhhhh…. the spotting is back. Oh is it back. I think today is like 11 days straight. I waited a week this time to call the doctor and the response was the same as usual - this is normal for you, as long as it doesn’t dramatically change, baby is moving normally, etc. etc. then you’re fine. I don’t panic about it like I did in the early days, it’s just annoying and certainly offers a little sense of unease.
But moving normally she is! My goodness, this kid is a mover and a shaker. (Dear God, please don’t let it be her father’s ADD!! Amen and thank you.) She’s active throughout the day and then gives us one final show as we climb in to bed and I don’t hear anything out of her again until breakfast. Sometimes during one of my 37 nightly trips to the bathrooms she’ll say hey, but otherwise I’m either numb to it or she’s just a good night sleeper, and we really, REALLY hope that continues when she gets here.
We had the opportunity to have dinner with some dear friends who were in town this past week. They are due exactly two weeks before us with a little girl and we told one another we were pregnant on the same day. It’s so exciting to be sharing this with them! Over dinner the Mister of the couple commented on how it seems I have every pregnancy symptom you could. I laughed and agreed. The Missus of the couple seems to be having the most uneventful, effortless pregnancy (good for her!). He asked if I were at least enjoying it and I realized, maybe I complain about the aches, pains and symptoms too much. I can’t even describe how much I’m enjoying being pregnant. It’s positively amazing and has exceeded every expectation I had. I think Shelton would echo that.
It’s going to be very bittersweet when our little girl gets here. This is the only time I’m going to be pregnant, and I think I’m going to be very sad to let it go. But I’m sure the joy from having our daughter in our arms will make up for it!
Last week we finally got confirmation on where we will be delivering. It’s not my choice hospital, but, I’m hearing a lot of good things and we’re going to make the most of it.
So now we’re starting the last week of this second trimester and OH DEAR GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME we’re on the homeward stretch. Woohoo!