I can hardly believe that I am a few days from the elusive 12 weeks mark. For at least the first 9 weeks, time went SO SLOW that each day felt like 10 days and I was sure I would never get here. Then things sort of calmed down a bit and here I am. I dug out my maternity clothes over the weekend and moped about how last time I didn't even need maternity clothes until like 18 weeks. Then I went and ate another piece of cheese. I have been prescribed 'low activity' by my doctor which does NOT mesh with the way that I like to live my life. My gardens and our yard haven't even been raked yet and I'm certain their chances of getting there at any point this summer are slim to none as Ski just isn't a yard work person. I feel depressed about it every day when I get home from work. I want salty, spicy foods that are terrible for me at all times and have really struggled to drink enough water despite my doctor's instructions to drink AT LEAST three times the recommended daily amount because I'm pregnant and nursing at the same time. I ate chocolate by the BAG when I was pregnant with Renee so it really weirds Ski out that I want tacos and/or pizza for dinner every SINGLE night. I have downed at least a few doses of Tums ALREADY, a thought that I shudder to even type. Oh and THIS: MY FREAKING HIPS HURT ALREADY. The baby is like one measly little inch long and weighs about as much a fig and my hips hurt. I mean SERIOUSLY. Where is this headed?
All of this being said I'm starting to get excited about the baby and am so grateful that s/he is still growing in there. When I'm chasing Renee around the house I can't help but think about how much fun they are going to have together and I think they are going to like being so close in age. I think about how I am four years younger than my middle sister and how I always felt so far removed from what my big sisters were doing. It evened out when I got older and now we are all on the same page but it was hard when we were younger. I haven't let myself even consider planning where s/he is going to sleep or what sort of goodies I need to get for the new one because I couldn't bear the though of having to remember what I was thinking if something bad happened to the baby. I'm starting to get excited to start thinking about it.
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