Pregnancy Brain (and Pictures)
Well, it is Wednesday night at 7:30 and the realization hit that it is, indeed, NOT Tuesday night, like I had thought! AAAAaaa! Sorry! So, I thought this would be a good time to sneak in some pregnancy pictures and put up a big sign saying “to be continued!”
I guess I should at least defend myself by saying that this last week HAS been crazy, with Drew still gone after two weeks and needing to get the house painted before we close on it. Thank goodness for family! Everyone came to my rescue on Saturday and we got the whole house primed… which is all we need to close. (Pictures will be coming of our fun-family-painting day.)
Forgetting what day is was has allowed me to blog about what we have existing pictures of, which is either pregnancy… or Jack finding a turtle. Both are fun, but being in my third trimester now, the realization has hit that I’m actually going to have a son! I am nervous, realizing that I have to take care of this little guy pretty soon, and I don’t know what he needs. How many blankets do I need? How many diapers do we need? When do I start feeding him applesauce? How do I help him if he struggles in school? What if I don’t like his wife….. and on and on, ad nauseam.
And then he moves, and I can see a little knee outline on the side of my tummy, and it all washes away in almost unbearable anticipation. I just want to meet you and hold you! I already love you so much. Already, mommy instincts are “kicking” in. He keeps me up at night, apparently participating in some karate work-out program that comes on at 2 A.M. It is exhausting, but I don’t really mind. My son is healthy, and that’s all that matters.
I am already excited to just show him stuff. I want to take him to the zoo and watch out the window as his dad teaches him to throw a curve-ball.
I love being pregnant. I love the attention, the pampering, and the excuse to order TWO hamburgers. But I am getting ready. I suppose that’s God’s perfect provision. Nine months to prepare yourself for what’s coming, first, to realize that you’re going to be a mama, then to get used to the idea, and finally, to want it so badly that you can hardly stand it!
Two and a half months left… I am so thankful to be healthy and to have a healthy baby. Two and a half months and I will hold my son. Two and a half months… and please God, let my calves and feet go back to a normal size!!!