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I've been back in school for one week, and I've already earned a "++" on one of my assignments. Keith joked to one of our friends that I've been too busy overachieving to see any movies, and I'm starting to think he wasn't joking. (Side note: holy crap I have a lot of reading to do this semester. I'm taking Introduction to Organization, which is stealth cataloging, and Young Adult Literature, which is awesome but I have to read at least two books a week plus textbooks & articles. Good thing I like to read/have a decent-sized commute.)
Things here are pretty good. The Packers are in the Super Bowl, which thrills me to no end (esp. because we had to beat the Bears to get there!).
Pregnancy-wise, everything is going great. I am showing a little bit these days (I should be, I'm almost halfway done, for goodness sake!) and at my last appointment, the doctor was happy with my hormone levels and the baby's heartbeat. I have my official ultrasound on Feb. 8, and that's when I'll find out which sex my little feminist is going to be.
For the most part, I'm not too stressed or too babyzilla over the whole thing. I've been trying not to let it get in the way of how I live my life. I'm still working out and lifting weights, and I think that's helped me mentally/physically quite a lot. I am actually wearing a smaller pants size now than I did when I was pregnant (granted, those pants have no zippers or buttons but a giant nylon net at the top BUT LET ME HAVE THIS VICTORY.) I am starting to be better about accepting there are some things I can't or shouldn't do. I've been diligent about walking the dog, but with all the ice lately, Keith has been gallantly insistent that I let him handle that. I mean, that's really nice of him and I appreciate it, but it's just different. Also, on Saturday, I spent a few hours cooking for the week (as I normally do) and was a little breathless after being on my feet for three hours. So I just have limitations I didn't used to, and things I used to find relaxing are now somewhat exhausting, so that's tricky.
I'm starting to get excited about the baby actually being out and thinking about how I can't wait to hold him or her, to let the baby know how much we both love him/her, singing to the baby, all those fun things. Of course, with that is the knowledge that I'm going to have to actually take care of it, but I'm weirdly not as scared about that as I was a couple weeks ago, after I read a chapter in a babycare book about breastfeeding that made me feel completely inadequate and not up to the task. My mantra has always that dumber people than the two of us have successfully raised delightful children, and repeating that really helped me make it through my doubtful period. Not that there wont' be another one! But I am feeling more confident than I used to.
I am also kind of in awe of my body these days. I really do get the sense that it's up to the task, and it's amazing to see how it's grown and adapted the last 19 weeks. I am sure that's only going to become more obvious as time goes on. Also, I kind of love my figure right now, as maternity clothes are totally designed for someone who looks like me. I'm a little horrified at the money I've spent on clothes I'm not going to wear that long (and I have picked up a few things on consignment) but the fact is, I feel more confident when I look good, and having clothes I like goes a long way to helping with that.
We're working on de-cluttering our house and doing all the things we've meant to do in the eight years we've owned this place. It's been nice getting rid of stuff and shipping some things off to storage. We're clearing out our largely unused office and turning it into a sitting room/guest room (loathe as I am to bring futons back into my life, I think it'll be okay) and slowly getting our kitchen in order. I keep thinking of more things we can do, but our budget can only go so far. Nonetheless, it's been nice to really focus on our home and getting it into nice shape. We're going to be spending a lot more time there, so it's worth investing in. And, before too long, we're going to figure out how to decorate the nursery and start buying furniture for it. And that's just going to make it so much more real.
Things here are pretty good. The Packers are in the Super Bowl, which thrills me to no end (esp. because we had to beat the Bears to get there!).
Pregnancy-wise, everything is going great. I am showing a little bit these days (I should be, I'm almost halfway done, for goodness sake!) and at my last appointment, the doctor was happy with my hormone levels and the baby's heartbeat. I have my official ultrasound on Feb. 8, and that's when I'll find out which sex my little feminist is going to be.
For the most part, I'm not too stressed or too babyzilla over the whole thing. I've been trying not to let it get in the way of how I live my life. I'm still working out and lifting weights, and I think that's helped me mentally/physically quite a lot. I am actually wearing a smaller pants size now than I did when I was pregnant (granted, those pants have no zippers or buttons but a giant nylon net at the top BUT LET ME HAVE THIS VICTORY.) I am starting to be better about accepting there are some things I can't or shouldn't do. I've been diligent about walking the dog, but with all the ice lately, Keith has been gallantly insistent that I let him handle that. I mean, that's really nice of him and I appreciate it, but it's just different. Also, on Saturday, I spent a few hours cooking for the week (as I normally do) and was a little breathless after being on my feet for three hours. So I just have limitations I didn't used to, and things I used to find relaxing are now somewhat exhausting, so that's tricky.
I'm starting to get excited about the baby actually being out and thinking about how I can't wait to hold him or her, to let the baby know how much we both love him/her, singing to the baby, all those fun things. Of course, with that is the knowledge that I'm going to have to actually take care of it, but I'm weirdly not as scared about that as I was a couple weeks ago, after I read a chapter in a babycare book about breastfeeding that made me feel completely inadequate and not up to the task. My mantra has always that dumber people than the two of us have successfully raised delightful children, and repeating that really helped me make it through my doubtful period. Not that there wont' be another one! But I am feeling more confident than I used to.
I am also kind of in awe of my body these days. I really do get the sense that it's up to the task, and it's amazing to see how it's grown and adapted the last 19 weeks. I am sure that's only going to become more obvious as time goes on. Also, I kind of love my figure right now, as maternity clothes are totally designed for someone who looks like me. I'm a little horrified at the money I've spent on clothes I'm not going to wear that long (and I have picked up a few things on consignment) but the fact is, I feel more confident when I look good, and having clothes I like goes a long way to helping with that.
We're working on de-cluttering our house and doing all the things we've meant to do in the eight years we've owned this place. It's been nice getting rid of stuff and shipping some things off to storage. We're clearing out our largely unused office and turning it into a sitting room/guest room (loathe as I am to bring futons back into my life, I think it'll be okay) and slowly getting our kitchen in order. I keep thinking of more things we can do, but our budget can only go so far. Nonetheless, it's been nice to really focus on our home and getting it into nice shape. We're going to be spending a lot more time there, so it's worth investing in. And, before too long, we're going to figure out how to decorate the nursery and start buying furniture for it. And that's just going to make it so much more real.