And I know I ain't seen nothin' yet.
Since my mom and sister visited, my belly has been growing steadily -- I hesitate to call it a "spurt" because that implies something that stops, and it hasn't. Most days I think it's possible to stand near me and hear my skin stretching.
The manic, superwoman, fix-the-nursery-and-the-Middle-East energy has passed. I feel really good, but I'm tired at the end of the day and the stairs are leaving me winded again. Unfortunately I forget that part until I've hoofed it up both flights, and when I hit the second floor I remember that maybe, in the words of my father (hollering, usually), I should slow it down to 90.
It takes the human equivalent of a three-point turn to roll over when I'm sleeping. Putting on socks and shoes is an ordeal. No wonder you're supposed to be barefoot and pregnant. I need an attendant. And I know I should get some slip-ons, but I'm too busy ordering two more pairs of maternity pants because I've OUTGROWN the ones I have and I'm getting a new job in the third trimester. Awesome timing!
I'm having some slight false labor contractions, and I've surprised myself by how calm I feel when one happens. I've realized that I'm not worried about giving birth, but I think a lot about the lifetime afterward.
I'm going to miss the quiet times alone with my husband, which will become fewer and farther between. And I know our lives will fill up with something new and wonderful, but I must note here, for the sake of posterity, that I still have a crush on him and am never happier than when we're talking-talking-talking or reading and saying nothing at all. Since Hunter's been the butt of many blogging jokes, it's only fair that I sap out at least once.
On the agenda for these last ten weeks:
>> Attending five nights of movie-length childbirth classes, which should provide some interesting fodder for this space. There are videos. And examples of equipment. Ick. I'd rather see "Quantum of Solace."
>> Checking out more daycare options. I will be avoiding the one run by a woman who, when my friend Kim called, asked her to hold on so she could yell "Shut up!" at the children in her care. Next!
>> Picking up the LG's dresser and glider from the dreaded Babies R Us. If they anger me, I will enlist my mother-in-law, who has the CEO's home number after her recent shopping nightmare. She is primed to deliver a little Customer Service 101.
>> Starting a new reporting job when all I want to do is nest.
>> Savoring these last ten weeks of pregnancy, which has been one of the most moving and enjoyable experiences of my life.
2 comments:
You look great! Enjoy these last weeks of calm and get lots of rest.
Awww, your belly is so cute....and your tata's are enormous! I bet Hunter's happy. :-) Mine are still huge 4 months later - I just hope they decrease when I'm done nursing cuz finding tops to contain Mary Ann and Ginger is a challenge.
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