June 24, 2010 § 5 Comments
I work full-time. I’m growing a human being. For the most part, I’ve found doing these two very important things simultaneously to be manageable. I’ve been very lucky with this baby that (a.) I had very little morning sickness, (b.) I haven’t put on an obscene amount of weight which I can imagine would make life quite difficult and (c.) generally have had very little discomfort. That said, this past week I’ve had a visitor at night. They come just as I’m growing tired and am lying in bed preparing myself for sleep. The visitor’s name? Insomnia.
In the early hours of the morning as I trundle about the house alone, I’ve given this insomnia thing a great deal of thought. It must be prep for when the baby arrives, I tell myself. This must be happening to me so that I can prepare myself for the sleeplessness associated with a new baby and maybe I’ll be less exhausted once she comes because I’ve had this practice. Well, here’s the thing. I work full-time. At a job where scatterbrains aren’t popular and afternoon naps are discouraged. At the end of the day, I feel like a dish rag. I feel like one of those pieces of gum you see on the sidewalk that has been stepped on so many times that it that the only difference between it and the concrete is a shade of grey. I feel like a discarded newspaper page whipping around in the wind.
It is for these reasons that I am now heading to bed. Yes, it is five minutes after 8 (PM). Yes, the sun is still up. Yes, the only ones asleep right now are small children and seniors. Regardless I’ll be joining them very shortly and will probably be sound asleep and snoring like my Dad when the Hus comes to bed. Good thing we have a comfortable couch. G’nite to all the Mamas out there. And the bellies too.
June 17, 2010 § Leave a comment
Boy time flies when you’re growing a person! I’m 26 weeks and 5 days pregnant today and am pretty sure I “popped” again over the weekend. I’ve deduced this from the wide eyes of my colleagues who happened to see me semi-waddling into work this past Monday morning. I’m looking very… round… these days.
The other thing I am looking these days, according to my dear friends and the odd stranger, is radiant. For the most part, my weight gain (about 15 lbs total, give or take a bowl of ice cream…or two…here and there) has remained moderate and for the most part has been isolated to my belly, hip and thigh area. While normally I wouldn’t be thankful for weight gain, I know that it means my baby girl is getting what she needs and I am super fortunate that A-line skirts, gauchos and black dresses were invented as they make me feel significantly less… round.
Other than round and radiant, I’ve really been enjoying feeling my girl moving around in my belly. She’s very active in the morning while I’m sipping my tea on the couch and have my first snuggle of the day with the Hus and she also really loves to boogie woogie while I’m semi-horizontal and reading just before bed. In the last week or so, she’s taken to shaking a tailfeather while Mama is sleeping at night. My naive hope is that she’s just giving moon dancing a trial run and that she will eventually agree with me that nighttime is for sleeping! Realistically though, she’s probably preparing me for what is to come in just a few short months: sleeplessness! Either way, I feel so incredibly blessed to be carrying this baby and I can hardly wait to see her beautiful face.
Speaking of faces, I think mine is shrinking. I sort of feel like my belly is sucking my head down through my neck, making it smaller and smaller each day. Does the baby need my head too? She’s already got my entire abdomen, my rear end, and as of today, my ankles (which are slowly becoming less separate from my calves). Now my head?? C’mon peanut, cut Mama a break!
Well I’ve had a doozy of a week (as is indicated by that last paragraph) so I think I’ll leave the post there for today. Sending my love to all of those beautiful bellies out there.