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I am being induced on Thursday, after once again going past my due date for this pregnancy. Adriyanna, if you don't recall, was also two weeks overdue. Apparently babies like it in there. Little Jay, according to the ultrasound (which can e off, but is pretty accurate) is approaching 9 pounds now, so it's time for him to be finished "marinating" as my mom likes to say.
I'm feeling the 9-month mark of exhaustion pretty strongly. The baby saps all your energy, you're big as a house, and during your first pregnancy, that's OK, but doing that while chasing around a toddler and working full-time can get tiring, I admit.
To help ease that a bit, my parents took Adriyanna for the last few days. While that has made it immeasurably easier for me to take naps when needed, relax a little more and put my (swollen) feet up on the couch, it's also been VERY difficult. I've never been away from her for more than 36 hours (Friday night to Sunday morning is the longest) since she was born nearly two years ago now.
I've been talking to her on the phone every night (as much as you can talk to a toddler) and she says "Mama?" "Mama Bsby"... (she loves her little brother already, and he's not even here yet) and it's hard for me not to cry, but I don't want to upset her, so I choke it back and tell her how much I love her, miss her, and that I'm just working hard this week, and I'll see her soon. ("Soon?" she says, hopefully, just killing me inside.) I'm going to see her tomorrow, and I'm just counting the hours until she's back with me.
As hard as it's been on me, I know it's the right thing for her. I've been pretty tired, sometimes crabby, and she doesn't deserve that. My mom's taken a few days off work to spend the extra time with her. She spent a day on the boat, a day in the pool, a day with her cousins, who I've really wanted her to be closer with, and lots of trips to the ice cream store and park and more, so I know this has just been such a treat for her.
Still, I'm ready to have my baby back. I'm ready to come home again to a big smile, and wake up earlier in the morning than I want to because I hear little giggles coming from her bedroom. I'm ready for my big sliding glass door, which as been clean for six whole days, to be covered with little handprints on the bottom three feet. I'm ready to have Cheerios down my bra and big open-mouthed kisses before bedtime. I'm ready for the 13th rendition of "Where the WIld Things Are" in a day (Sarah, she LOVES that, by the way, thank you so much) and to chastise her away from kitchen utensils. Six days of quiet, sleeping in, trips to the mall andd movies and life the way it was before Adriyanna was here... except now an always-clean apartment-- has made me realize whow much my life has changed in the past two years.
And how much more I love it now.
I'm feeling the 9-month mark of exhaustion pretty strongly. The baby saps all your energy, you're big as a house, and during your first pregnancy, that's OK, but doing that while chasing around a toddler and working full-time can get tiring, I admit.
To help ease that a bit, my parents took Adriyanna for the last few days. While that has made it immeasurably easier for me to take naps when needed, relax a little more and put my (swollen) feet up on the couch, it's also been VERY difficult. I've never been away from her for more than 36 hours (Friday night to Sunday morning is the longest) since she was born nearly two years ago now.
I've been talking to her on the phone every night (as much as you can talk to a toddler) and she says "Mama?" "Mama Bsby"... (she loves her little brother already, and he's not even here yet) and it's hard for me not to cry, but I don't want to upset her, so I choke it back and tell her how much I love her, miss her, and that I'm just working hard this week, and I'll see her soon. ("Soon?" she says, hopefully, just killing me inside.) I'm going to see her tomorrow, and I'm just counting the hours until she's back with me.
As hard as it's been on me, I know it's the right thing for her. I've been pretty tired, sometimes crabby, and she doesn't deserve that. My mom's taken a few days off work to spend the extra time with her. She spent a day on the boat, a day in the pool, a day with her cousins, who I've really wanted her to be closer with, and lots of trips to the ice cream store and park and more, so I know this has just been such a treat for her.
Still, I'm ready to have my baby back. I'm ready to come home again to a big smile, and wake up earlier in the morning than I want to because I hear little giggles coming from her bedroom. I'm ready for my big sliding glass door, which as been clean for six whole days, to be covered with little handprints on the bottom three feet. I'm ready to have Cheerios down my bra and big open-mouthed kisses before bedtime. I'm ready for the 13th rendition of "Where the WIld Things Are" in a day (Sarah, she LOVES that, by the way, thank you so much) and to chastise her away from kitchen utensils. Six days of quiet, sleeping in, trips to the mall andd movies and life the way it was before Adriyanna was here... except now an always-clean apartment-- has made me realize whow much my life has changed in the past two years.
And how much more I love it now.