Belly

That post last week that said my belly was small...evidently it heard and decided to explode in the past week.  I definitely have a big belly now, and am getting pretty uncomfortable. But I know there is only more fun to come.

(I just ran into a student with my belly. I have no concept of the amount of space I take up anymore.)

Getting Closer

I'm currently 32 weeks along in this pregnancy, and I have to say that things have been very different this time around than when I was pregnant with Andrew.  Aside from the nausea at the beginning, I have generally felt really good.  I've had a few days of swollen feet and ankles, but nothing like what I had with Andrew.  I know there is still time....What really strikes me as different is how much smaller I am with this baby.  She is definitely sitting much lower in my belly, and I can feel that in my hips from time to time.  Everyone remarks how little I am, and the other day someone said I only looked about 5 months pregnant.  For now, I'm going to attribute that to the fact that I'm chasing after the most active 3 year old in the world. Unfortunately, I can't stop until he does.

Andrew has been talking more and more about the baby, and likes to pat my belly and say "big bellist".  He has helped me get out some of his old toys and still wants to play with them. He's also been much more affectionate lately, and knows something is going on. But I've been told by several people that he will inform you he is having a baby brother. 

Getting prepared for a baby girl has been different. I'm not the most girly-girl, so I'm definitely not into all the frilly stuff. But for some reason it has been hard for me to accept that I CAN buy pink things, and have fun with it. Maybe once she is finally here I will get more carried away, but for now I feel like I've done a good job restraining myself.

Ahhhhh....

This is a great description for my week.  I have been able to step back, take a breath, and relax.  How can I accomplish this? I simply just had to get rid of my husband and son, of course!

Brian has the week off but I, unfortunately, have to work.  He decided to take Andrew to Denver to visit his parents for the week, and I was able to join them there for the weekend before flying back on Monday. The plane ride was pretty relaxing, I will admit. I read a magazine and listened to some podcasts, and couldn't believe how fast the flight went.  Once I got home, the quiet of the house really hit me.  I have gotten so used to hearing Andrew thundering down the halls of the house, and having to watch Toy Story 24/7.  But now, the house was ALL MINE. Ahhhhhh.....

I will admit that I miss both of them, a lot. But I am definitely enjoying how relaxing my mornings are getting ready for work.  No dealing with a cranky toddler, chasing him around the house trying to get him dressed, rushing to get out of the house, drop him off at daycare at make it to work on time. Instead, I get to sleep in a little, check my email before leaving, and stop for coffee on the way to work. I am actually relaxed when I arrive at work.

Tonight I even have time to sit down and write this as I'm watching the weather forecasts, praying for a snow day tomorrow.  I can't even begin to imagine what it will be like to spend a whole day at home, by myself, with only myself to worry about.