Friday, December 09, 2011

23 Weeks!

Ok, I'm kind of starting to freak out a little. He's moving a lot more now, but not so much that people can feel him on the outside of my belly. What really has me going, though, is that next week I'll be six months pregnant. Which means 24 weeks. Which means 3 and a half months to get everything done. AHHHHHH!

So what I'm trying to do, to take the stress off, is go see my friends in plays, go out to dinner, enjoy the quiet time I have left, the freedom I have to go where and when I want, because those days are going to be pretty limited for some time. I know that I have no idea what's in store for me, and that's ok, because that's just life. I didn't know how Los Angeles would turn out, I didn't know how I'd survive Mom's death, I didn't know what 10 years of marriage would be like. But here I am, all the stronger and wiser, and now I feel as ready as I'll ever be for this next great chapter... least that's what I keep telling myself. It doesn't always work.

Thursday, December 01, 2011

22 Weeks!

Geez, it's December already. I should have known. Just by looking outside, our cars are covered in frost. People wonder why I like the rain so much. Well, it keeps me from having to de-ice my car, and the temperature stays above 40 degrees. Of course, I don't live in a flooding area, so I suppose I would feel differently in that case.

22 weeks. It's pretty obvious that I'm pregnant now. All those big shirts I bought in September that were WAY too big (making me look fat rather than pregnant), are now fitting just right. My frustration is with maternity jeans, those elastic waist bands that never stay flat. The just roll down, and create discomfort. I suppose I need to straighten them out and iron them, but what's the point when they are getting to be so uncomfortable? Mommies, do you have any suggestions? I am having more meltdowns, the latest freakouts have been about hubby being gone in March (though he'll be home every night), filming JourneyQuest 2. My worse-case scenario is going into labor by myself and not being able to get ahold of anyone. My first pick, obviously, would be to go into labor when Matt is home, either at night, or on one of the non shooting days. But it's not up to me. My control-freak self is getting a big lesson in patience with pregnancy, that's for sure.

Did I mentioned we registered? It was actually kind of fun, mostly because I took a good friend with me who has 2 young kids, and could walk us through what was necessary and what wasn't (like wiper warmers -- really?). To make a long story short, it didn't take as long as I thought and by the end, while I was overwhelmed, I was so glad to have my friend with me. She made it so much easier, and even had snacks for me afterwards so I could replenish my tired, hungry self.

As for Thanksgiving, it was hilarious. Up in Packwood, at my Aunt and Uncle's cabin, with my Mom's side of the family. Some of those guys can talk about the same thing for hours and hours and hours but I don't mind, I'm used to it. But poor hubby, he just went crazy. It was kind of comical. :) And one of my relatives, upon seeing my belly, exclaimed "Oh my gosh! You just grew overnight! What happened?" Um, well thanks for making me feel so much better about my changing body, auntie. Babies grow, and I'm 5 1/2 months. What did she expect?

And may I just throw in that I love my pre-natal yoga class? What a godsend!