Scattered is how I'm feeling these days. Way too much to think about - the holidays, Dante's birthday, and the baby's birth are all right around the corner, and I'm having a hard time focusing on any single one of them. I've got most of my shopping done for Christmas, but I need to sort through everything and get the few last-minute things that I know I still need, and I also need to wrap everything - the sooner the better. I want to be able to say all of my Christmas stuff is done by next week, at the latest.
Dante's birthday will be very low-key again this year. We'll celebrate the week before Christmas, and it'll be family only. I had thought about letting him invite friends this year, but the thought of hosting a bunch of 4-year-olds for a birthday party when I'm 36 weeks pregnant was not very appealing at all - and I also remembered that we didn't start having big parties (with friends) for Gabe until his 5th birthday, so I decided that would be our rule - parties are family only until you're 5. He doesn't seem terribly upset, so I think it's fine. I just want to make sure that he knows his birthday is a special day, since it always seems to get lost amongst the Christmas festivities. Hopefully celebrating a few weeks early will help.
Not too much else to report on. Our Thanksgiving was fabulous. The boys had a great time, it was wonderful to see everyone, and we all ate too much - exactly what we had planned on : ) And we spent Saturday visiting friends and family in CT, which was great, too. It made for a long day, but it was worth it to see everyone.
I was out with all the crazy people shopping Friday morning, too - I figured I wake up ridiculously early most mornings anyway, so why not get out and be productive? And I was productive - got a lot of gifts, and got some great deals, too, so I'm glad I went. I was exhausted Friday night, but that's pretty much how I feel every night these days.
Still keeping up with my walking and yoga, and still having no interest in going to the gym. I feel like the walking and yoga are really agreeing with me, and that's what I want to do, so that's what I'm going to stick with. One day last week I took Dante on a walk with me, and it was really nice. We walked for 40 minutes, and he did a great job keeping up. He got tired and asked to stop a few times, but then he'd perk right back up. I think I'll try to do that with him again this week. I like the solitude of walking alone, but it was nice to have some company for a change, too.
Had my second visit with the chiropractor today, and it is definitely helping. My back isn't feeling perfect, but it is feeling a whole lot better. I just wish I had started going sooner!
I was 34 weeks as of this past Friday, and 34 weeks is when my water broke when I was pregnant with Dante, resulting in him being born 6 weeks early. I thought it would be a really stressful time for me, thinking about the possibility of that happening again. But it hasn't turned out that way. Sure, I suppose there's a chance it could happen again, but I just don't feel like it's going to. I really feel like it was just a fluke. And if by chance something like that does happen again, there's really nothing I can do about it, so there's no point in worrying. So I'm really feeling pretty relaxed, and mostly just feeling incredibly excited that we're so close to finally meeting this baby!
Scott was on vacation all last week, and it was so nice to have him home. He got to pick Gabe up from school, and take Dante to storytime, and they both thought it was so cool to have Daddy do that stuff instead of Mommy. We didn't do anything special (aside from Thanksgiving, of course!), but it was just a really nice week.
Now that we finally have a DVR, I'm recording every Christmas movie/show that comes on tv, and we've already watched the Grinch at least 6 or 7 times. Charlie Brown Christmas is coming up next, and I know we're going to watch that endlessly, too - ok by me, though, since I love it! I was going to put on a regular show for the boys to watch yesterday afternoon, but Gabe got very upset and insisted that we watch a Christmas show, because, as he put it "I'm very interested of Christmas movies now."
And here's one that still has me scratching my head - we were driving to CT Saturday morning, and we passed IKEA, and Dante pointed out that that's where we bought the chair for Daddy, and I said yes, it is. Then he said "That's IKEA...." and, pointing out the other window, to Long Island Sound, "...and that's where you lived when you married yourself."
I have no idea what that means, and I didn't even try to find out. Sometimes it's better not to ask.