It has taken me over two weeks to write this simple blog. Why? Because I'm nesting like a pregnant lady who has finally realized that in two short months that OMG---I'm having a BABY. I'm not just pregnant...I'm going to be a Mom of a newborn.
Diapers. 3am feedings. (This time of night I can almost guarantee because already Baby Blueberry is waking me up at almost exactly 3am every night with her powerful kicks and sliding motions in my uterus.)
More diapers. More feedings.
Lots of coos and the sweetest baby smell.
So instead of writing, I've been nesting. Especially since a few weeks ago my doctor released me from my modified bed rest. What wonderful news it was too. I had an ultrasound, hopefully the last one, and the tech had to search forever to even find where the bleeding and clot had occurred. Like the doctor said, had they not been looking for the traces of the problem; nothing on the ultrasound would have caught their attention.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Was the refrain going through my head on the drive home. I had to tell Hero Hottie right away and we grabbed lunch together to celebrate our news before we picked up the older girls from Grandma's house.
And being a woman who has watched her house get messier and messier and unable to prepare for baby, what is the first thing I do over the next three days?
It's not as Hero Hottie was hoping, resuming a little activity in the bedroom since we were given the green light on that again...
No, it's clean the house. Top to bottom. Dust. Vacuum. Scrub.
(Then my thoughts found themselves right there with Hero Hottie's.)
But I'm a pregnant woman who has been denied her nesting urges for three long months.
Silly hormones.
I have less than two months before she arrives. I'm clumsy, waddling, and hungry all the time. I'm starting to remember the little things from my last pregnancies that I had forgotten.
Like...
Once the belly gets big, putting underwear on is a feat in balance and coordination that a pregnant lady is not gifted with. Hero Hottie can stop laughing now, it's not that funny looking, me trying to balance on one foot while I can barely bend down enough to pull the darn things up.
Shaving the legs is interesting. Today Hero Hottie is looking at the back of my thighs. "You know you need to shave back there, right? It's really hairy."
"No, I don't know. I can not twist around to see the back of my thighs, (which might be a blessing) and so I don't know if they need shaved."
"They do."
"Thanks honey."
Being hungry in the middle of the night. My first pregnancy, I dealt with this as many first time Moms do. I ate entire bowls of mac and cheese and pints of Ben and Jerry's. Thank you Mr. Ben and Jerry, but I put on an extra twenty pounds because of your delicious concoctions of brownies and ice cream in just the right portions for a pregnant lady.
This time I knew better. I've been snacking on healthier snacks...raisins, carrot sticks, hummus, and just a few pieces of chocolate at a time. They're small. I can eat a few a day. A hormonal gal has to have chocolate. Ask Hero Hottie.
I know it may seem like I'm picking on Hero Hottie but I'm not. Alright, perhaps just a touch. But only because he called me the 'Waddler'. Luckily I was in a good mood at the time and started to laugh. Being pregnant; I could have cried. The poor guy has been an unwilling rider on my roller coaster of mood swings. Then if you add an incredibly hormonal preteen in the mix and I have to feel sorry for the guy.
But he's extremely excited for our surprise addition to the family and when it comes time to be in the delivery room and welcoming her into the world; I know I will be able to depend on Hero Hottie.
So I tried to write about zombies, and I tried to write about losing our television and how the older girls were going nuts without the Disney channel but...
my mind is on babies.
Well, a certain little sweetie anyway. Baby Blueberry. Who happens to kick when anyone calls her that. The poor gal is going to think her name is Baby Blueberry. What a nickname to be stuck with. :)
In the next two months I will try not to be too baby brain but I can't guarantee anything. It's the hormones.
They make us pregnant ladies baby obsessive.
And it's just the way nature intended.
