7 Months and Counting
It's been about a month since I made a "real" post. More on the reasons for that later.
But first--how am I doing? I get that question a lot these days, and it's mostly because of how my belly is grooowing.
I am within the parameters for a "doing well, given the extreme range of symptoms that encompass 'well' at this particular gestational state" response, but that's generally too complex of an answer. Instead, I usually say, "Waddling along!" I have roughly 2 more months of baby-baking to go, with a standard error of +/- 1 month.
The baby's doing well. He's almost as tall as he's going to get; the next two months are bulking-up time. I'm supposed to do kick counts to make sure he's all healthy and stuff, but practically, I don't usually need to. He moves around a lot. He may be, as the polite phrase goes, a "busy child." Like Phil was. This is code for, "Brace yourself, and hope everybody survives the whirlwind."
I am as big as the metaphorical house--I have outgrown many of my maternity clothes and am now using a sundress-only wardrobe. Three cheers for the maxi dress fad! I require 10+ hours of sleep a night, ideally plus a 1+ hr nap in the afternoon. I eat 6-7 times a day. I am even more body-linked than usual, which means I'm inclined to turn irrational/raving-bitch-from-hell when these conditions aren't met. I pumpkin at about 9 PM. Any amount of walking hurts. Walking across a room hurts. I am getting a maternity support belt that may help with that. On the other hand, I feel perfectly normal when I'm biking, and my balance is still great, so I'm enjoying that.
My energy runs out really fast. It's The Spoon Theory, except I don't really know how many spoons I have to start with, and sometimes I can get extra spoons by doing things like taking a nap or putting my feet up for a while. If I've been working a full day, I am usually out of spoons by cooking-dinner time. My stress-response (avoidance) doesn't help, nor does the situational depression that sometimes arises from other factors.
NgithOwl has been wanting me to work a full day in the main office for the last however-long. In addition, I still have my 10-hrs-a-week job senior sitting.
That leaves a lot of things that should be getting done, but aren't:
* cleaning
* cooking
* exercise
* writing (for a project with deadlines, no less!) and all the writingy things that go with it
* baby preparation
* photography stuff
* a 25-item long urgent to-do list, with things like "pay medical bills" and "plant herbs before they die" on it
I am pretty resigned to things just not getting done. My "give a fuck" quotient is amazingly low.
In about a month, I plan to stop working from the main office at NgithOwl and switch to work-from-home projects only. That would help. This may be complicated by an off-site project that is still in negotiations that would want me for a full month. The time on that--doesn't add up. We'll see what the end decision is. I think there is some lack of understanding of exactly how pregnant I am and what that means.
I do not mean this to be depressing! Consider the summation of this post to be, I'm doing good. I'm reallyreally busy/tired, but this is an exciting time.
But first--how am I doing? I get that question a lot these days, and it's mostly because of how my belly is grooowing.
I am within the parameters for a "doing well, given the extreme range of symptoms that encompass 'well' at this particular gestational state" response, but that's generally too complex of an answer. Instead, I usually say, "Waddling along!" I have roughly 2 more months of baby-baking to go, with a standard error of +/- 1 month.
The baby's doing well. He's almost as tall as he's going to get; the next two months are bulking-up time. I'm supposed to do kick counts to make sure he's all healthy and stuff, but practically, I don't usually need to. He moves around a lot. He may be, as the polite phrase goes, a "busy child." Like Phil was. This is code for, "Brace yourself, and hope everybody survives the whirlwind."
I am as big as the metaphorical house--I have outgrown many of my maternity clothes and am now using a sundress-only wardrobe. Three cheers for the maxi dress fad! I require 10+ hours of sleep a night, ideally plus a 1+ hr nap in the afternoon. I eat 6-7 times a day. I am even more body-linked than usual, which means I'm inclined to turn irrational/raving-bitch-from-hell when these conditions aren't met. I pumpkin at about 9 PM. Any amount of walking hurts. Walking across a room hurts. I am getting a maternity support belt that may help with that. On the other hand, I feel perfectly normal when I'm biking, and my balance is still great, so I'm enjoying that.
My energy runs out really fast. It's The Spoon Theory, except I don't really know how many spoons I have to start with, and sometimes I can get extra spoons by doing things like taking a nap or putting my feet up for a while. If I've been working a full day, I am usually out of spoons by cooking-dinner time. My stress-response (avoidance) doesn't help, nor does the situational depression that sometimes arises from other factors.
NgithOwl has been wanting me to work a full day in the main office for the last however-long. In addition, I still have my 10-hrs-a-week job senior sitting.
That leaves a lot of things that should be getting done, but aren't:
* cleaning
* cooking
* exercise
* writing (for a project with deadlines, no less!) and all the writingy things that go with it
* baby preparation
* photography stuff
* a 25-item long urgent to-do list, with things like "pay medical bills" and "plant herbs before they die" on it
I am pretty resigned to things just not getting done. My "give a fuck" quotient is amazingly low.
In about a month, I plan to stop working from the main office at NgithOwl and switch to work-from-home projects only. That would help. This may be complicated by an off-site project that is still in negotiations that would want me for a full month. The time on that--doesn't add up. We'll see what the end decision is. I think there is some lack of understanding of exactly how pregnant I am and what that means.
I do not mean this to be depressing! Consider the summation of this post to be, I'm doing good. I'm reallyreally busy/tired, but this is an exciting time.