It's true. I have been neglecting the blog. Not sure why except that I think writing begets writing, and I just haven't been doing much of it since finishing the dissertation. That, and life plugs along keeping me busy and tired.
I'm officially 34 weeks pregnant, and I've been feeling the aches and pains of that milestone lately. Nothing serious. Just the added 25 pounds on my ligaments and joints along with nightly indigestion, congestion, and (from what I'm told) earth-quaking snoring (for which Dave purchased a 40-pack of industrial earplugs and about which I have decided to not be offended).
Sam seems to be okay with the idea of a baby coming along. He likes to put his own baby doll in his shirt during nap time and cares for her like a sweet big brother throughout the day. We still haven't decided on a name for the real baby who will arrive soon, so Sam calls her Our Baby, which is super cute.
He's also processing the upcoming changes and protesting them in ways that are challenging. Like, for example, refusing to nap despite being extremely overtired and irritable during the late afternoon and evening hours. We never thought he'd be into tantrums given his sweet disposition, but, boy, were we wrong. They've been in full swing here. It's quite a sight to behold. I'm sure I'll be writing more about that whole phenomenon soon enough.
I admit. I'm beat now. I don't have a great way to end this post, so I'll just cut it short. It feels good to write, though. I'll give it a go again tomorrow.
5 comments:
Putting the doll under his shirt during naps (when he actually naps obvi) is adorable.
Both my kids stopped napping super early. We would lay down together for a quiet time. Those kids would not nap. So, I feel your pain in that department.
It's kind of weird, but the second time I was pregnant was not as much fun as the second time, and I can't really blame it on having a kid around. It just had a lot achier. They found out I was anemic as well, so make sure you're not anemic okay.
So glad to see that you're back. Missed you a lot.
I meant the first time . Did u know what I meant?
Yes, LH! The second pregnancy is so achy (I knew what you meant, btw). It's annoying. It probably doesn't help that I'm also 39 and of "advanced maternal age," but still. Not fair.
I also did not like the second pregnancy. 25 pounds is nothing. You're amazing. I gained 65 both times, so I was really fat. That's probably why I didn't like being pregnant that much.
There are some good names right here in the comment section: Lee, Mary, and Kathleen.
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