Week 27 we have arrived, and week 28 is upon us tomorrow. Week 26 was good, and 27 hasn't been too bad. Sleep is becoming a little bit of a bummer for me, which sets my mind racing in the daytime about what I'll shortly be up against.
I make an earnest plea now to all mothers:
What exactly did you do to quell anxiety, that for me has begun to really sprout up? My mind is like the frenetic editing of a Baz Luhrmann film right now, but without the brilliant musical mashups. Things that didn't seem to phase me upon becoming pregnant are beginning to flair up here in the 3rd trimester. Is that normal?
An elderly man approached me yesterday, maybe knowing that I was full of anxiety, and said to me out of the blue, "My dear, proverbs 3:5-6. That is all you need." Tears immediately came out of my face. I thanked him anyway and he said "My wife had 7 kids. It never gets more predictable or less risky, but you can learn to become calm." He had to be 99 years old. Maybe he wasn't even real?
After becoming acquainted with the worst pain of my existence last year, I am indeed afraid of intense pain. Tom said the other day "Hey, just remember that pain doesn't kill you. And you've already been through much worse than childbirth the doctor said." And I thought, "Shut up, you did this to me! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Thought I'd get all of the sitcom-y things out in one shot. And J/K, btw. I don't believe Tom did this to me, I believe he's doing this with me.
He better be, or so help me...
Tom is traveling a lot right now, which I have justified as being OK until November, at which point I may tie him to a chair in our house so that he is here for sure when I go into labor. Yes, I've become the Wiley Coyote. Lend me an ACME railroad.
But Tom is the nicest Road Runner ever. If your husband leaves you detailed scavenger hunts in your apartrment when he goes out of town for a week (with the prize of a professional prenatal massage at the end of the hunt) you probably married a good egg. Meep meep.
I passed my glucose test last week, and honestly, it was really just fine. Maybe some women have had to drink antifreeze, but mine was just flat sprite.
On a sad note, I apparently challenged my nurse too much with my crazy veins and got tore up....
Let's see, we went to the James Taylor concert with Tom's family last week and that was nice. Reminded me of childhood. There was a lot of James Taylor in childhood. Probably had something to do with North Carolina, huh?
Little sister Riley had a birthday yesterday so we took what little time she had and got some very nice manicures and pedicures, and she introduced me to this delicious sandwich from Zupa's. Honey something or other...
Aversions: Getting out of bed. I sound and look like an orca whale when I attempt to get out of bed. The noises are alarming.
Cravings: Blueberry sour cream pie.
There's this one at this restaurant called The Dodo here and then there's this one I made. I also ate two cartons of raspberries in an hour last week. Thanks in-laws!
Anyway, lets talk baby gear....
Bassinets or just a pack n play? Bassinet and pack n play? No pack 'n play, no bassinet, just one of these?