31 weeks as of this past Friday, so we are now counting down to this baby's arrival in single digits - just 9 weeks to go. And as you might imagine, that's making me pretty preoccupied with lots of baby thoughts.
I'm also trying to savor every kick and squirm I feel, because I know this is the last time I'll ever do this. I'm fine with that - I'm ready to be done - but it does make me a little sad. There is nothing quite so amazing as growing a person inside of you, and I try really hard to not lose sight of how lucky I am that I have had the privilege of doing this three times.
When I went for my appointment last week, the baby was still head up, but today I've been feeling like he/she might be transverse, which could mean that he's moving into the head-down position. Let's hope that's the case!
Last week was one of the laziest weeks I've had in a long time. With Gabe being sick over the weekend, and Dante being sick Monday, and then me feeling congested and out of sorts for much of the remainder of the week, I didn't get to the gym once. Blech. But I just wasn't up to it. I felt like my body needed to rest, so I rested.
I was able to get out to my prenatal yoga class Sunday morning, though, and it was awesome. It was a gorgeous day - in the 60s and sunny - and part of me felt like it was a shame to not be out running in such beautiful weather, but I actually found myself feeling like I was more excited to be going to yoga. I miss running, but when I think about it lately, instead of focusing on how much I miss not being able to do it right now, I find myself thinking more about how great it will be when I am able to get back out on the road, minus at least some of this weight I've put on.
Because really, even though I still enjoyed the running I was able to do those last few weeks, it was not easy hauling these extra 30 pounds around, and I am really looking forward to feeling somewhat lighter on my feet the next time I put on my running shoes and head out. Not that I think my first post-baby run will be easy, by any means, but I will at least weigh a little less than I do now!
The boys are doing well. We're still all dealing with a lingering cough and congestion from whatever it was that we were all sick with last week, but aside from that (knock on wood), everyone is doing ok. But then today we got a note home from Gabe's school telling us that someone in his class has strep throat, so now we'll wait and see if that hits next..... I have a feeling it's going to be a long winter.
Dante, after giving up on napping for a while, has started napping kind of regularly again. Not every single day, but 3 or 4 days a week, which is fine by me. He definitely seems less crabby on the days that he naps, so it's clearly not a bad idea for him to be getting that extra sleep. But if we have something to do in the afternoon and he isn't able to get in a nap, I don't feel too awful about him skipping it.
Our previously sweet little boy has become rather defiant, though, and just loves to challenge us on everything, and has become just as good at testing my patience as Gabe is. I know he's just figuring out what he can get away with, but wow, can it be frustrating.
But then on the days that he naps, he loves to snuggle up with me when he wakes up, and we sit on the couch quietly for a few minutes. And in the morning, he comes into our room very quietly, climbs up on the bed, gets right between me and Scott, gets himself all covered up with our blankets, and will lay there relatively quietly until we get up and bring him downstairs. So he's still a sweetheart - just a much more assertive, opinionated, and less agreeable sweetheart.
Gabe is doing great at school. I posted yesterday about his writing skills, which I'm still kind of blown away by. He still loves his 'girlfriend' Erin, and told me he's going to marry her.
He's slightly less tired when he gets home from school these days, and sometimes will even be chatty and excited and tell me some of the things he did at school, which is always a treat.
Tonight he shared with us a song that he claims one of his friends at school taught him. The lyrics are as follows - "I comb my hair and twist my underwear. Dirty diaper. Toilet, toilet, toilet."
I asked him who taught him the song, and he told me the girl's name - yes, it was a girl (they are just as well-skilled in the area of potty humor as boys are), and I said "Oh, is she your friend?" And he grinned and said "Yes, she's the BEST!"
Whoever this girl is, she knows exactly how to win the heart of a 5-year-old boy. Erin better watch out.....
LOL... why does growing something inside of you remind me of Alien? Pretty bad huh? There's nothing quite like being a mom and nurturing a new life into this world. 9 weeks? There's still time for us to work out a deal on the naming rights! ;-)
Posted by: Wes | November 11, 2009 at 09:41 PM