Hannah’s nursery has really started to come together. We are happy with the way everything looks and only have a few things here and there to do and some minor details. Last week, with Jeff's help, we partially cleaned out the closet and only have some of my hanging clothes to relocate. However, I think it’s a bad idea to do any real spring cleaning of that closet and give away any clothes right now. The way I see it is ain't none of those clothes fitting this body anytime soon and it’s really tempting to trash everything and start over later but I will refrain. I’m not setting any weight loss goals just yet but I do plan on fitting into some* of these items again one day.
As for me and that belly of mine - I’m doing just fine. Growing. A LOT. The last doctors appointment I was measuring a little big which basically means she thinks maybe the baby is big because my uterus is a little larger than usual at this stage. Her thoughts were wrong. Little Hannah is just perfect. She weighed 1 lb 11 ounces and was right on schedule. Unfortunately, this means, it’s me who’s big. I mean, I guess it’s not really a bad thing it’s just the way my body is growing. I have potential to be enormous. Go me!
I have slowed down a lot over the last three weeks. I remember just a month ago I felt so good I took on a huge project at home. I primed and painted our entire wood paneling infested den from floor to ceiling. I think a little birdie knew that would be my last power project for a while. Felt good to get it done though. And then, just two weeks ago I was out working in the yard with Jeff and after only 30 mins I gave up. Made me sad too b/c it was such a beautiful day and I wanted to be out there and I felt bad sitting down sipping on a cold lemonade while Jeff was slaving away. So now, at 6 ½ months, I’m starting to realize and accept that I just can’t be doing what I want to do anymore. Not just because it’s becoming physically impossible and at times uncomfortable, but just b/c I think it’s time to relax. Having this lovely sciatic nerve also helps force me to do so. I’ve had the pain since about 2 months along, and it’s gotten progressively worse but is not unbearable by any means. The discomfort varies from day to day and I always get a friendly reminder when I bend over to pick something up. A nice pinch (or stab) in my lower left back/upper butt. Oh, and let’s not leave out the sleeping issue. I’m a back sleeper and my doctor instructed me to sleep on my side. Thank goodness we have a king size bed, otherwise there would be no room for Jeff. Between me, him and my 5 pillows there’s just no way. Even after me kicking the dog out of our bed - Jeff should consider himself lucky to still have a spot. Just kidding honey! Honestly, I feel bad about the sleeping arrangement. Both of us are light sleepers and I know I wake him up when I’m up to pee 3-5 times each night and every time I move to flip sides then getting readjusted. He’s a sport though. Never complains. Wait, I take that back. He does complain…about the A/C. I’ve been getting hot. Really hot. So I crank down the A/C at night and Jeff freezes. I even strip down, throw the comforter and blanket off me (doubling it for him) leaving me with just a sheet. Oh the joys of pregnancy! Haha Honestly, I’m lucky. I feel fortunate that I can only complain about the normalcy's of pregnancy and everything that goes with it. Knock on wood – so far so good!
