Summer's almost here!
There's so much to say, and to write. First of all, thank you guys for all the input on Tuesday evening's post. It's amazing to know that I am so not alone in these thoughts! I'm sure it will be a topic I'll revisit in the years to come, but for now reading all of your different perspectives gave me so much insight. Thank you.
So, update time. Life is good. My 31st birthday is in less than a week and I'm excited. My Mom always likes to say that it wouldn't be my birthday without a little crying on my part, but now I'm pleased to say the tears are usually reserved for happy reasons. Growing up though, I was such an emotional kid that I have some vivid memories of getting so, so upset during my small family birthday parties. Even as a little one I had a strange perfectionist flair, and I often had expectations that didn't match up to reality. And at age eight, I was a little too young to understand that I needed to let go of that. I can recall one birthday (and we have photos to illustrate this) where I blew out the candles too early, resulting in tears. Another year my Mom made a chocolate cake instead of pineapple upside cake, and of course, I cried. And yet another where I was given my first training bra (A BRA! Horror of horrors!) in front of some of my extended family. And you guessed it...tears! haha. Oh, emotional me. But nowadays my birthday tears are all happy and I hope this year is the same. Just no training bras or premature candle blow-outs, okay?
As far as the pregnancy, yesterday marked the first day of the third trimester. Um, excuse me? Where did the time go? I certainly don't feel like I should already be 27 weeks pregnant, but here I am, and here's that growing bump too. I've been feeling really great up until this week, when the fatigue kind of came back out of nowhere and has me wanting to sleep everywhere, and anywhere. I am NOT a nap person. If I fall asleep for even ten minutes I have the worst time getting to bed at night, but it's been unavoidable the past couple of days. I sit down for a second once Henry goes down for his nap, and I'm out like a light. The only other pregnancy thing going on is anxiety. This happened last time I was pregnant too, and it's not fun at all. Nothing serious like panic attacks or anything like that, but just an overall anxious feeling that comes and goes every once and awhile. But other than that it's been smooth sailing and I'm still in the "love being pregnant, would love to do it a couple more times if possible" club. That's the official name, if you didn't know.
My c-section hasn't been scheduled yet but I keep thinking about how strange it will be to know the exact date I'll be giving birth. Last time around I was past my due date and it was a very different experience than knowing when it would be happening. But this time I can shower, get ready, and drive calmly over to the hospital? Craaazy!
And what else is going on? Henry has been doing gymnastics once a week and loving it. He is a wild, physical, energetic little guy so it's been wonderful to have an outlet for him to be "safely crazy" in. The class is awesome, if not a little unstructured for my taste, but overall great. We start each morning with runs through their huge toddler obstacle course, and then throughout the hour they do a variety of activities- foam pit, trampoline, etc. It's a toddler paradise! Other things in our world: getting the nursery ready for Charlie, making progress on our backyard, and me trying to harness the ups and downs that these pregnancy hormones are making me feel. Hank...bless his patient heart! Oh and one last notable thing- have you ever eaten something to death? Not your death of course, but the food's death? I think I may have done this with graham crackers this week. When we got back from Disneyland I put off food shopping right away because I was too tired and figured we could make do with what we had in the pantry. After lunchtime rolled around and Henry went down for his nap I was ravenous for something (anything!) sweet, so I dug out a box of graham crackers and went to town. I ate quite a few of them, then a few more, and before I knew it I had polished off an entire sleeve. I felt sick the rest of the day and I am not sure if I can ever eat another graham cracker again. Sad day for the graham cracker over here...
Yours in random posts,