Posted By jayna on October 3, 2014
Yay! It’s another rare pregnancy update!
This weekend, I’ll hit thirty five weeks. Which, whoa. That’s impossible, I’d say, if it weren’t for the size of my belly (capable of clicking the track pad on the laptop all on its own when I move around too much). So near to the end, and grateful for it, as my shirts are beginning to be too short and I’d like to burn everything with an elastic waistband. And bras. Let’s not even begin to talk about bras.
After months of having an ever-growing list of projects in line before life changes for the hectic, things have finally picked up in the completion department lately. The husband spread a million yards of mulch for me, we have actual progress on three spots in the house getting functionality improvements, and some of the baby items have actually made it down from the attic to be washed. Our room is once again transitioning from Grown Up Space to Shared Space and, with it being the second time around in an itty bitty room, we’ve made a lot of wiser choices about what it really needed once again.
What pushed all of the to-do listing into high gear, I think, was a bit of a scare. Due to being completely miserable from itching from head to toe, we suspected that I might have had a lovely issue going on that was going to require a 37 week induction. Thankfully, I don’t, so we get the full 3 to 5 weeks after that to scramble around, but that was still a kick in the pants for a the few days the blood work took to come back. And, those extra weeks are going to come in handy, as I seem to have completely over estimated the amount of baby items I had stashed in the attic and was shocked to discover that we actually only still own 20 articles of clothing in the newborn to three months size range. That’s . . . not a lot. At first, I was thrilled over the idea of shopping for adorable tiny things. Onesies! Footsies! Gown thingies! But, then I went out and spent quite a while searching, and only came home with a dismal handful of gender neutral outfits. Apparently that was another thing I had forgotten about, the struggle for anything in the middle of a sea of blue and pink. When all else fails though, there are indeed plain white onesies.
So, onward we go. Still itching from head to toe and convinced I’m just allergic to being pregnant. Still hobbling, waddling and having my bones crack as though they are breaking in two, thanks to that broken back seven years ago. And still teetering on the edge of keeping all those lovely emotions in check on a daily basis. I actually cried tonight over the discovery that the Lightroom trial (photo editing software) the husband had installed for me would instantly rename all of my files. Sorting the last year and a half of pictures that I’ve fallen behind on is on my part of the to-do list and this will literally save me hours upon hours of manually renaming them. So, I cried. Perfectly logical.
(I had to pull the following picture off the husband’s phone from our camping trip because it just looks so absurd to me and makes me laugh. Sure, of course the hobbling pregnant lady with the basketball under her shirt will crawl around on the ground to get the perfect picture of her kids against the sunset. She’ll just need a few minutes to figure out how to get back up again.)