Well, tomorrow marks my 37th week. I still don't *feel* big, but my body is definitely telling me to slow down. Having a hard time sittin for more than an hour, walking around (I am carrying him low and it feels like the whole 7ish pouds are on the bottom belly dragging me down), or even bending. I NEED to learn to not bend down to pick things up. I am doing my best to 'squat' to pick up things, but you forget! I have these low crampy feelings, or twinges and my back is usually killing me now and I just feel cumbersome.
I broke down two weeks ago and bout size 11 tennis shoes, because my size 9s were just TOO tight. So sad. I hear they will go back to normal from some and others tell me that it won't. I'd hate to have to buy all new shoes!
None of my winter jackets will fit. This wouldn't be a problem if the weather was a bit nicer, but it's been in the 30s and 40s during the day and 20s at night. So, I layer - a lot. Lots of snow for the weekend, but it was melted today. I wonder if it'll keep this way or go back to fall.
Daryk seems to be doing well. I think I may be stressing more than him these days. I want to be able to leave work without worrying about my student staff, but that may be impossible. I am going to miss the work - I know it. But, I am looking forward to time off to nest and rest, and then to bond.
I think we've hit that wall of not buying anymore baby things. We did a great job on the nursery and have done what we can, but I have heard from others that hats are being made, blankets, and I am sure diapers when we have the little guy. So, we are slowing way down. I like to be over prepared, but feel good right now. Love to sit in the nursery and look around, look at the little onesies, touch the little sweaters I found at garage sales during the summer, and just relax in the rocker I got from family and read the baby sign-language book from Aspen. I am hoping that I have the gumption to keep that goal - to teach myself, D and the baby to communicate in that manner.
Otherwise, D and I had our 2nd year anniversary last Tuesday. He got me roses and a beautiful card. I got him a steak and a card. We ate in and just enjoyed each others company.
My mom has been in contact with us more than usual, and us with the family - that makes me happy. I go through these long stretches of being so involved in my own life, that I lose track of them. I want more, but how to add that into busy schedules is almost foreign to me. Besides the fact that even now I want to go to bed at 9pm every night and the other funny thing is I HATE clothes these days. Anything on my tummy makes me miserable, anything UNDER the tummy makes me miserable. I just want to run aorund in soft tshirt and baggy shorts that hang off me so I dont have ANY pressure anywhere. But, ah well.
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