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Ramblings of a pregnant lady.

I haven't blogged in such a long time. It's not because I don't have anything on my mind, it's actually the complete opposite...I think I have too much on my mind to sort through. I've had this to-do list running through my head for the past couple of months and it doesn't seem to be getting any shorter no matter how much I cross off.  There's a hospital bag to pack, there's a birth plan to write out, there are meals to prepare and freeze, there's a house that needs dusting and sweeping every other day (not to mention a good cleaning), there's a baby room to prepare, there are baby clothes to wash and books to read and emails to catch up on....and and and and....wow. My days don't seem to be long enough...and yet they seem to last forever. Haha! 

My son has been extra needy and whiny lately. It grates on me. I wonder if it's because he senses a big change is about to happen?  Or it could be that's he's hit 3.5 years (I've heard that the half years are the hardest). Who knows. Naptimes have become extra precious to me (as bad as that may sound). I'm grateful for a husband who comes home every night to give me a break from being a "single parent". He was a huge blessing to me on Saturday, I didn't know it was possible to be that patient with such a needy child. But he was and I found myself admiring and loving him all the more for it.

33 weeks
This last trimester has been a lot more rough than I remember it being with Simon. I've had a lot more contractions (braxton hicks and back cramps) and a lot more pelvic pressure - I think baby dropped around week 30. I'm at week 33 now and my midwife confirmed with surprise that he has indeed dropped. I'm not sure if he's engaged yet though. Knowing that he's dropped hasn't really surprised me, it's just confirmed my suspicions of why I've been so uncomfortable. I really should buy a pelvic belt...but knowing that I only have a few weeks to go is making me not want to spend the money on a contraption that I've never used before and have no way of knowing if it'll help or not. Sometimes I hate how I stingy I am with money. :-/  

I've hit the dreaded 30 pounds with 7 weeks to go in the pregnancy. I hope I don't go past 35 pounds. Ugh, I was really hoping to end with 30 pounds.  I tell myself that it's all baby since all of my clothes are still fitting the same, but then I freak myself out that I'm having a large baby and so I go back to thinking that I'm just getting fat. I don't know which is worse. ;)

Pain, awkwardness and weight aside, It's kind of fun being pregnant with a baby in the dead of winter and knowing that he'll be here when it's still cold out. I've been inspired to make him his own traveling blanket and a hat to match.  I can't wait to see him in it.  Knitting for babies is one of my favorite things to do...and it's such a stress reliever when I can put my feet up, watch a show/movie with my husband and knit away. Woosah.

Well, I blogged. Hip hip hooray. Now it's time to tackle some projects off of my to-do list (the boring projects that is: cleaning the house - gotta have a clean house for company tonight!).

Toodaloo. <3

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  1. hey! i might have one of those belts. I'll check my maternity things (remind me if i forget) ps our family blog is fainfamilyupdates.blogspot.com thats our more personal blog. see you tomorrow night hopefully!

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    1. Oh, that would be wonderful, Julia! Thanks for thinking of me. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. :)

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    1. You make me smile, Jess. :) <--- see. ;)

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  3. SO nice to hear how you're doing since I haven't seen you since December. Why don't we ever talk on the phone? That's dumb.

    See you Saturday! :-)

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    1. I know! I've thought of that too. If this not-seeing-each-other-very-often thing keeps up, we'll have to set up a weekly phone date. Also, we need to come up with a time where we can get together for online prayer time with Ro. I miss that.

      Can't wait to see you on Saturday!! :D

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