Sorry for the lack of posts around here this week. I’m on another one of those “vacations,” visiting family, chasing my toddler, staying places that are not remotely 2-year-old proofed, scrubbing red crayon off fancy televisions that do not belong to me. You know, one of *those* vacations.
It’s exhausting. I planned to blog while Kendall napped this week, but I need nap time more than he does, it seems.
Possibly because the child wears me out… probably more because I’m 30 WEEKS PREGNANT. WTF? How did that happen??
10 weeks, y’all… 10 weeks away. It’s terrifying, really, truly terrifying… and guilt inducing. Oooooh, I have so much guilt and a whole guilt post bubbling in my head that hopefully I’ll have the time to blog from the road soon. I have 10 weeks to get my shit together, 10 weeks to finally start taking this pregnancy seriously. Right now, I might as well be in denial. I might as well be one of those teenagers that denies it the whole time until she pops it out in the bathroom at prom… except I DO have the nursery under way. So there’s that, I guess. Because things like crib sheets and matching curtains and a cool paint job are totally necessary and indicative of how prepared I am to have a second baby, right?
You know what’s awesome about being 30 weeks pregnant? And by “awesome” I mean really awkward when it happens at your in-laws house for the first time.
Waking up with two big, crusty circles of dried milk (colostrum I would guess would be the more technical term at this point) on my night shirt, but NOT noticing it until, thank GOD, I had the good sense to stop into the bathroom to put on my glasses BEFORE greeting everyone at breakfast. Talk about totally awky and a close call.
Also awesome? Not fitting into booth seating at dinner tonight.
Or… not being able to cross my legs. I must sit with my legs splayed so as to make room between them for my giant belly to hang.
Let’s just say I’m feeling very pregnant these days. And while 10 weeks is way too close for comfort, it’s also way too far away to think about my continued growth. 10 more weeks of weight gain and expanding belly? I really don’t know how I’ll recover from this.
Here we are on our apple picking trip, Kendall and I sporting our Spider Hands shirts. Notice the VW Bug sized bump under mine. Also, my boobs? Enormous. Seriously. How.. where.. 10 more weeks? I just.. I don’t know how it’s going to work.
Final note, nothing to do with me complaining about my body, Kendall learned “shut up!” today after his cousin shouted it him. He spent all of dinner yelling “shut up!” at anyone who walked by. As we left, he walked up to the table next to us, all smiles and charm, said, “Hewwo!” to which they were all, “Awww! You’re so cute!” to which he promptly responded, “Shut Up!” Awesome. Great.
Can we go home now?
Kendall is nearly 2 1/2 and I’m 30 WEEKS PREGNANT… have we established that yet?