“Glow”? I Think You Mean “Grow.”
At my last midwife appointment, I weighed in at a whopping 154 pounds. I stand at a meager 5’2″ tall, so this is definitely the most I have weighed in my life. Before getting pregnant, I was a healthy 130 pounds and was working out at the gym, so that number was on the decline before getting two bright pink lines on a pee stick. The most I have ever weighed was 145 pounds, so needless to say, that number was a bit hard to swallow. Of course, weight gain is a normal and healthy part of pregnancy, so I’m not really concerned, it was just a bit of a blow to the ego. That weigh in was about three weeks ago, and now that I’m 31 weeks pregnant, the baby is supposed to be putting on a half pound of weight each week by herself. That means the number
Goodbye Shut-Eye
At 31 weeks pregnant, I’ve begun resigning myself to the fact that I will never, and I do mean never, get a full night’s rest again. I’ve gotten used to waking up one to three times in the middle of the night having to pee, thanks to an ever-shrinking bladder, intensely thirsty, and more often than not, completely famished. Drinking water is very important during pregnancy, so I never deprive myself, but I know that drinking just one cup means I will be waking up at least one more time during the night to relieve my bladder. It’s a vicious cycle. Despite the cycle, I think it’s good preparation. Depending on her individual needs, my daughter will be waking up every 1-4 hours needing to nurse, a diaper change, or just not wanting to be asleep at 3:00 am. Babies are like that, or so I’m told. My own mother
“I’ve Lost My Mojo!”
I’m not sure if this is even appropriate to write about, but it’s really something that’s been hard to deal with. The Post-Partum Depression has left the building (for the most part), but what I haven’t told anyone is that things aren’t exactly back to normal in the bedroom. It’s my fault too. At the end of the day sex is the furthest thing from my mind. Actually, it’s never ever on my mind. I’m not sure what’s happened. I want nothing to do with it. Could it be hormones? It’s funny because up until this week I just thought it was normal, but my husband seems pretty concerned and I don’t blame him! He pointed out that we have barely had sex since I got pregnant. He understands the whole pregnancy thing and even a few months post-partum, but it’s been 9 months since Addison was born and still…nada.
Best Friends and Belly Molding
I moved down to Jacksonville back in September when I was about twelve weeks pregnant. My husband and I had been living five hours away from each other for the first few months of our marriage, which worked fine and kept the spark there, but when we found our attempts at getting pregnant had been effective, it was important to get our little family all living under the same roof. Unfortunately for me, that meant moving away from all of my friends and family and completely starting over. It’s halfway through January, and I’m still having a hard time with the starting over process. We’re a one car household, I have minor social anxiety and there’s always plenty for me to do at home, so why bother attempting to make friends? I’ve finally set myself up with some engagements through our family readiness officer and inquired about the Jacksonville Le
Pregnancy Limitations
We have had to do a complete remodel to get our house second baby ready. The office was to be the new nursery meaning the computer, the books, the desk, and everything else had to be relocated. The only other place we could find to put the office was right in the kitchen meaning the kitchen had to be rearranged. Then, we had to put new furniture in Elli’s room so Smaller Waller could have the crib. Just typing all of it makes me tired – it’s been chaos and I hate chaos. Still it had to be done. The disorder was frustrating, the mess drove me crazy, and the process was tiring, but none of that was what truly frustrated me. What truly drove me mad were my restrictions. Furniture had to be moved; well I can’t pick up heavy furniture 25 weeks pregnant so we had to call
