Nesting At The Most Inopportune Times
The other night, I got this intense urge to deep clean the bathroom. I mean take everything out, get on my hands and knees with a green scratch pad and a can of cleaner, and just scrub everything. Evidently, this was at about 9:00 at night. By this hour, I’m usually brushing my teeth, not scrubbing a bathtub. The only time I ever clean obsessively is if I’m upset about something; I suppose I find cleaning to be soothing and a way to regain some control. My husband cautiously craned his head over the couch and asked “…are you… Nesting?” I chuckled a little to myself at his observation. “Yes, I think I am.” Now if only I could keep up this nesting nonsense long enough to make the whole house sparkle at the same time. Last week, it was the floors that triggered a nesting instinct. I just decided the
The Shortest Month With The Most To Do
February is approaching rather quickly and I’m finding myself overwhelmed with the number of events coming up. On the first of the month, I will be turning 21, not that I will be able to celebrate. I have every intention of purchasing a bottle of wine simply to exercise my right to do so, and then tucking it away in a cupboard until I am no longer pregnant and ready to drink a glass from it. In lieu of an alcohol celebration, I have found a simple recipe for mojito mocktails to try. My husband has promised me a starter sewing machine for my gift, which I’m very much so looking forward to. About a week later, that wonderful husband of mine and I will be celebrating our first wedding anniversary. We don’t have any plans for the exact date, February 9th, but we will be celebrating that weekend in
“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.
My First Birthing Class
I am extremely committed to a natural birth. It’s not some kind of sadistic need to prove I can do it, I just grew up in a family where natural birth was the way things were done, so it’s always been my plan even before I conceived. I’m number four of my mother’s six kids, five of which she gave birth to naturally and without throwing a huge fit over the matter. Epidurals were readily available, but until she was in her forties and had been laboring for days with my youngest sister that she finally decided to just go ahead and get an epidural. After the experience, she said she had been a bit too harsh with women who opted for an epidural. She still felt everything, but that feeling wasn’t painful. Now that I’m about to give birth for the first time and have this strong commitment to a drug
Halfway There!
It’s hard to believe it, but I’m at 20 weeks — I’m halfway there! This pregnancy has been a roller coaster of ups and downs, but it’s still exciting to get to the halfway point. I’m feeling him kick more often (usually right square in the bladder), and what’s really exciting is that he can hear and recognize my voice. That is one of the neatest things about pregnancy, knowing that when the baby is born, he’ll know me right away just from the sound of my voice. I definitely can feel him kicking more and more often now. I also have to use the bathroom now as a result, which is just so much fun. He’s apparently about the size of a banana (I love the fruit comparisons), and heartburn is rearing its ugly head again. I’m definitely starting to get a little bit more nervous about having to
