Year of the Baby
It is has been 2007 for approximately three days now and that means this is the year this kid will be born. Hold me, for I am but a wee bit scared. But, let's be honest, I am also thrilled beyond belief. This kid must be thrilled too, because it has decided to step it up a notch and has been rap tap tapping all over my insides for the last week or so. I admit that I love feeling this baby move around, but my insides kinda hurt. I had no idea how squished I would end up feeling. And bending over? Forget it. I end up knocking the wind out of my own self every time I lean over. Amazing how quickly I can forget that I have a large backpack permanently attached to the front of my body for awhile. I also forget that this backpack makes me tired, and does so very easily. I keep thinking that I have the same stamina, the same endurance as I did before I was pregnant. There are times I fool myself into believing this is true, and most of the time I just ignore the fact that I no longer can expend as much energy as before and push myself to finish a task. One of the hardest things about this pregnancy has been reminding myself to slow down and that it's okay if I don't accomplish my list of 100 things to do today.
The holidays made it hard for me to try and slow down, because everything about them screams "DO AS MUCH AS YOU CAN OR YOU ARE A FAILURE" (gee, do you think I put a bit too much pressure on myself?), but I really enjoyed Christmas this year. I also really enjoyed having all our guest leave and spending time with just my husband. Lately all I want to do is be around Jim, I miss him when I am at work, I wish he could drive everywhere with me, I really treasure being with him. Perhaps I am realizing that we won't have this kind of time alone together for a long time to come and I am making the most of these last two months. He has been working so hard for our family too, making sure that our house is ready for the baby. I wish so badly I could help out more, I hate that the pressure to complete projects is falling on his shoulders. However, he has done a wonderful job both remodeling the closets and calming my fears about completing the nursery, I cannot put into words how much I value Jim, he is one in a million, and I am glad he's all mine.
The one thing I would change that is all mine is my caboose. This thing is getting harder and harder to maneuver, and once I sit down I don't like to move again because it's pretty much downright impossible. But, I will say that I am nothing short of a genius since I started wearing soccer shorts to bed at night. They are so slick on the sheets that I can roll right over, where as before it used to take all the strength I had in me to reposition myself when I was sleeping. Sleeping still isn't great, but it comes and goes, and that is better than nothing. In 8 more weeks it may be but a fleeting memory, so what little bit I am getting I shall try and relish in, though I still reserve the right to complain about how crappy said sleep may be.
And, can we take a minute to focus on that little phrase '8 weeks'? The fact that this kid could be born in approximately 8 weeks means that I am 8 months pregnant. 8 MONTHS! Seriously. I questioned that number quite a bit this week and was sure at one point that I had miscalculated because, really, even though I feel about 13 months pregnant I really must only be 7 months pregnant, right? But...alas...I am not 7 months. I am 8 months pregnant and this kid is coming soon. I continuously wonder who this baby will resemble, what color hair (if any) it will have, what personality traits will it possess? I am fully prepared for this kid to look everything like Jim and nothing like me because it seems to always go that way. Mama carries the child for 10 long months and the kid pops out looking like the spitting image of dad. I keep telling myself it's fine if the kid looks like Jim, he's a handsome guy. But kid, just so you know: I would appreciate just a little recognition in the resemblance department. Thanks.
The holidays made it hard for me to try and slow down, because everything about them screams "DO AS MUCH AS YOU CAN OR YOU ARE A FAILURE" (gee, do you think I put a bit too much pressure on myself?), but I really enjoyed Christmas this year. I also really enjoyed having all our guest leave and spending time with just my husband. Lately all I want to do is be around Jim, I miss him when I am at work, I wish he could drive everywhere with me, I really treasure being with him. Perhaps I am realizing that we won't have this kind of time alone together for a long time to come and I am making the most of these last two months. He has been working so hard for our family too, making sure that our house is ready for the baby. I wish so badly I could help out more, I hate that the pressure to complete projects is falling on his shoulders. However, he has done a wonderful job both remodeling the closets and calming my fears about completing the nursery, I cannot put into words how much I value Jim, he is one in a million, and I am glad he's all mine.
The one thing I would change that is all mine is my caboose. This thing is getting harder and harder to maneuver, and once I sit down I don't like to move again because it's pretty much downright impossible. But, I will say that I am nothing short of a genius since I started wearing soccer shorts to bed at night. They are so slick on the sheets that I can roll right over, where as before it used to take all the strength I had in me to reposition myself when I was sleeping. Sleeping still isn't great, but it comes and goes, and that is better than nothing. In 8 more weeks it may be but a fleeting memory, so what little bit I am getting I shall try and relish in, though I still reserve the right to complain about how crappy said sleep may be.
And, can we take a minute to focus on that little phrase '8 weeks'? The fact that this kid could be born in approximately 8 weeks means that I am 8 months pregnant. 8 MONTHS! Seriously. I questioned that number quite a bit this week and was sure at one point that I had miscalculated because, really, even though I feel about 13 months pregnant I really must only be 7 months pregnant, right? But...alas...I am not 7 months. I am 8 months pregnant and this kid is coming soon. I continuously wonder who this baby will resemble, what color hair (if any) it will have, what personality traits will it possess? I am fully prepared for this kid to look everything like Jim and nothing like me because it seems to always go that way. Mama carries the child for 10 long months and the kid pops out looking like the spitting image of dad. I keep telling myself it's fine if the kid looks like Jim, he's a handsome guy. But kid, just so you know: I would appreciate just a little recognition in the resemblance department. Thanks.
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