Saw a bunch of grilling on the morning shows earlier today. Makes me excited for summer holidays.~*
May 20, 2009
Third Tri Experiences so Far
- Very, very tired. Tasks take more out of me than I thought they would and I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep.
- Swollen feet and hands. Bought some Dr. Scholl's inserts to ease my aching feets. I love running cold water on my hands.
- Dizziness. I feel like I'm going to faint even though I haven't been doing anything but sit there. Also, I see many swirly shiny dots if I sit up too fast.
- Becoming full quicker. I can't eat as much as I used to like in the 1st and 2nd tri because the space is now limited; my stomach is a pancake and I get heartburn more often. Yay...
- Pressure. Squatting makes me feel like I'm going to give birth, so packing is interesting.
- Headaches. Extra strength Tylenol and the chiropractor both help with this. I love going to the chiropractor.
- Houdini belly button. It disappars and reappears when it wants to.
- Bursts of energy. Sends me into nesting mode.
- Cry baby. Last week I was bawling on Monday. I'm moved to tears watching TV sometimes.
- Anxiety. Questions: Can I really handle the stress of a screaming baby or a tantrumonius two year old? Screaming children in Babies-R-Us and Target last week made me want to grind my teeth.~*
May 11, 2009
Apprehension
*Sigh*
Now that graduation is over, I can think of the thing that has been looming over my head all semester that I've just been trying to ignore: moving.
Before, if a thought of moving home made its way into my mind, I thought of how fun and relaxing it would be. I'd see my family more often and we wouldn't have to drive 24 hours for a holiday.
Maybe it's those pregnancy hormones fluxuating that's made me all emotional about the upcoming adjustment. So many new beginnings happening at once: I'm a college graduate about to begin a career in the field of my choice, I'm an expectant mother about to give birth to a son--two big beginnings in such a small amount of time. So many questions paw at my mind.
Those thoughts of going home have finally sunk now, sunk below the sweetness into the bitter pit of my being. I don't want to go home, because I feel like I am home...~*
Now that graduation is over, I can think of the thing that has been looming over my head all semester that I've just been trying to ignore: moving.
Before, if a thought of moving home made its way into my mind, I thought of how fun and relaxing it would be. I'd see my family more often and we wouldn't have to drive 24 hours for a holiday.
Maybe it's those pregnancy hormones fluxuating that's made me all emotional about the upcoming adjustment. So many new beginnings happening at once: I'm a college graduate about to begin a career in the field of my choice, I'm an expectant mother about to give birth to a son--two big beginnings in such a small amount of time. So many questions paw at my mind.
Those thoughts of going home have finally sunk now, sunk below the sweetness into the bitter pit of my being. I don't want to go home, because I feel like I am home...~*
May 5, 2009
Third Trimester Beginnings
I'm growing in more ways than one these days. My body's response: stretch marks.
I had none on my stomach but other aspects of my physique seemed to display those most honorable badges of motherhood unashamedly. Then today, as I was trying on my no-longer-fitting summer clothes--including a now not-so-attractive pair of lime green shorts--I saw them. Creeping up on my now underbelly, those dreaded marks had made their way from my thighs and hips to my torso. And this is only the beginning of my third trimester. I've got a few more miles to go.
My son has become more and more active as the months progress from little kicks ever so often to a full-fledged tap dance complete with somersaults and backflips. He's very responsive to touch and responds excitedly within seconds of hearing loud noises or feeling something icy cold coming down the pikes.
A friend's mother pointed out that my "nesting" phase has been taking the form of garage "sailing," as I like to call it. Guilty as charged. Swooping in like a hawk, I now zip past those items I used to pick up for myself and zoning in specifically on those brightly colored children's items priced so inexpensively it should be illegal.
What do I do when I'm not trudging across lawns and driveways for the latest bargains? I peruse Craig's List and map out the nearest thrift stores that could possess some treasures just waiting for me.~*
I had none on my stomach but other aspects of my physique seemed to display those most honorable badges of motherhood unashamedly. Then today, as I was trying on my no-longer-fitting summer clothes--including a now not-so-attractive pair of lime green shorts--I saw them. Creeping up on my now underbelly, those dreaded marks had made their way from my thighs and hips to my torso. And this is only the beginning of my third trimester. I've got a few more miles to go.
My son has become more and more active as the months progress from little kicks ever so often to a full-fledged tap dance complete with somersaults and backflips. He's very responsive to touch and responds excitedly within seconds of hearing loud noises or feeling something icy cold coming down the pikes.
A friend's mother pointed out that my "nesting" phase has been taking the form of garage "sailing," as I like to call it. Guilty as charged. Swooping in like a hawk, I now zip past those items I used to pick up for myself and zoning in specifically on those brightly colored children's items priced so inexpensively it should be illegal.
What do I do when I'm not trudging across lawns and driveways for the latest bargains? I peruse Craig's List and map out the nearest thrift stores that could possess some treasures just waiting for me.~*
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