I have had 90% of my tumblr experience from my phone (which I have mentioned before) and my phone was not cooperative for tumbling over the last several weeks. I have very much missed reading blogs. I am at a training for work this week and able to use the laptop, so this is exciting. Training in itself - not exciting.
Now 29 weeks pregnant. For normal people that’s about 7 months… I don’t understand what about pregnancy makes you start counting things in different increments… “I’m twenty nine weeks along”, “the baby is ten weeks old” or “the b aby is fourteen and a half months old”. I think it is odd, but still hard to avoid for some inexplicable reason.
I’m at the stage where I feel much better than I did for a nasty bout there, and I don’t feel as bad as I will soon, so cheers. Getting a pretty dang big belly, but I can’t complain too much about the weight because it is honestly MOSTLY belly, so I refuse to be too hard on myself for indulging in a few extra calories, especially when I CONSTANTLY feel hungry. And yes, I mean constantly. I finished my lunch at 12:38 and by 12:45 I was debating what restaurant I would like to suggest to my fellow training buddies for dinner.
I am getting really excited for the little man to join our family. My daughter is so very animated and happy, she makes a world of difference in our household & extended family’s general anticipation of the baby. She keeps everyone smiling, even when I start thinking about midnight feedings, two am diapers, and all sorts of fun stuff - molly keeps me smiling about it.
My husband has been an absolute rockstar. Things were pretty tough for us for a while there, but he has taken this as an opportunity to pull his head out of his ass so well, I can hardly remember what it felt like when he was acting like a douche. He has definately been a little behind the curve as far as learning to be around a pregnant person without being eaten alive, but I’m still incredibly proud of the patience and the effort he has put into our family and our relationship over the last 6 months.
It is nice to be able to say, “Wow, so we are going to get through anything. I am committed to being with you til death do us part, and that is a long fucking time. We have had times that sucked ass when you’ve been stupid, or I’ve been stupid, but other than making life uncomfortable/miserable for a short time, we were really serving no purpose except to cause a temporarily unpleasant environment for ourselves. We will have some serious shit storms ahead, and we will have some super great times. And we will be together for it all.” It is weird, but it is nice. Especially to be on the same page for this sentiment. :)
