It’s been quite a few days since I’ve written, and that leaves me where it usually does… a whole lot of stuff to say, and no idea what to actually SAY.
I got 9.5 hours of sleep last night, and I feel like a million bucks.
I had some contractions…okay, lots of contractions the last couple of days that started behaving a little scary. I tried not to get into my head about it, but I couldn’t get them to calm down. Hot baths, epsom salts, lots of water and a ton of rest seemed to be the trick – chasing after a busy 20 month old proved to be a little too much this week.
I had a wonderful/amazing visit with Laura, the sweet friend that keeps Ronan for me while I’m working. Sometimes it’s easy to forget how nice it is to have simple adult conversation with another human being, even when our kids are in the room being rowdy.
We appear to FINALLY be on the mend. Ronan had a sinus infection, and he’s been on antibiotics for 5 days now. YESTERDAY was the first day that we started to see some improvement. Less coughing, no more green snot, and a little bit of an improvement in attitude. I’m not gonna lie to ya, I’ve loved the last few days of sitting on the couch, snuggled together, watching movies… but I’m ready to get out of this place and DO STUFF. Visit friends, play at the park before the good weather is gone, anything to get us out of this house!
Things are so up in the air right now, I don’t know for sure when they are going to settle down. Next week is Thanksgiving(!) already, and I feel like I have a ton of time to get stuff done. But really, I don’t. I want to take a Christmas picture and send out cards, so I’m giving myself until December 1st to get that done. We’ll see how it turns out.
In other news, I’m getting huge… and I’m okay with it. I have to be honest with myself when I look in the mirror – 130lbs looks a whole lot better on me than 103. I feel like I look younger, prettier, and less haggard. I’m trying not to be too worried about how much weight I gain this time around (trying being the operative word there) because I know how much weight I lost nursing Ronan. I don’t want to get that low again.
I am 27 weeks pregnant. More than 2/3rds of the way to a new baby girl. I’m excited. I talk to her every day. I have been doing a lot of visualization and mental planning for the labor/delivery, and I’m excited for that too. Sometimes I feel like things are trying to wear me down, like I’m being drowned in the day to day… but life is good.
I am 27 weeks pregnant, and Ronan is in his final week of 20 months old.
