I think I've finally hit the "golden age" of pregnancy. Everyone kept telling me that the second trimester was the best but it was hard to agree when I was hobbling around, miserable from the back and hip pain. I don't know if it was the massage, the sun finally showing its face for an extended period of time, a decrease in stress or the fact that I've been walking, doing yoga and using my elliptical a lot more regularily for the last two weeks but I feel like an entirely different person. If the baby wasn't always on the move and my belly wasn't getting bigger every day, I wouldn't even feel pregnant. I spent the last six months wondering how people really say "I love being pregnant" with a straight face but I think I'm starting to understand it. The whole process is truly amazing.
Other stuff contributing towards my positive attitude:
My perennials are coming up and everything smells like spring.
Our house is FINALLY getting a new roof this weekend after three years of talking about how we're the ghetto house on the block. Do your anti-rain dance for us!
I'm going to the cities for a baby shower tomorrow and I get to see my Aunt Pat and some of my cousins that I haven't seen since my wedding.
2/3 of our baby furniture is in and I'm going to pick it up this weekend. Unfortunately the crib isn't here yet (the thing we need the most) but I'm not going to let it ruin my good mood. In addition, I think I found a floor model rug for the nursery for $42. It will no doubt need cleaning but if it works, I'll have saved myself over $300. That would rule.
Ski and I have started to at least discuss names for our unborn child. For the last six months every time we talk about names, the conversation gets steered (by him) in to how terrible the names Gary and Rhett and Beth and Veronica are. The man could talk for days about bad names but just shrugs when I try to talk about real names. I still think it is going to be a last minute, pick-one-off-the-list-and-go-with-it sort of thing in the delivery room but at least we've had a grown-up conversation about it now. They say husbands will let their wives do whatever they want after seeing them go through labor so it might just work out OK for me in the end.
I don't have to watch anymore crappy hockey because both the Penguins and the Wild got eliminated last night. 10 games of torture was enough for me. At least I still have my Twins.
This is the happiest post I've ever written. I love Spring.
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