I’m down to the last 2 1/2 weeks before Emerlynn’s due date. It has somehow passed ever so slowly and quickly at the same time, if that’s possible. I guess we are ready for her. I have stuff for her, if that’s what being ready means. I didn’t have a baby shower because I’ve been so anti-social and annoyed at people that I thought it best to steer clear of a big crowd of people that would only ask me annoying questions and lie about how fat I am. The thought of all of the baby shower nonsense just exhausted me. But my mom, Patti, Becca, and Geana have all given me plenty of girly necessities and terribly adorable clothes to get me started. I really want to see this darling little girl and move on to the next miserable stage that is the newborn stage. After that, though, the sun shines again. I don’t think I was this uncomfortable with Logan. Towards the end it was hard to sleep at night, but I felt good. I only gained 9 lbs, and this time I’m at 27. I also wasn’t moody and grumpy with Logan. Maybe the fact that this is a girl has something to do with my constant annoyance with people – their pity stares, stupid comments, constantly asking me when I’m due, lying that I look adorable. I have felt better the past couple weeks, but I hate church. It’s very uncomfortable to sit with your legs dangling for 3 hours in a dress when you can’t cross your legs so you’re sitting like a man in all your pregnant glory. I even put my feet up on the chair in front of me during Sunday School and Relief Society, don’t care who’s judging. I’m done. It’s 110 degrees out too. This is my first time being heavy with child in the Las Vegas summer, and it really is terrible. So these are my woes. Woe is me.
Becca is pregnant! She is 12 or 13 weeks along, due beginning of January. And Joe and Laura are having a little girl around mid-November. Lots of babies in our family being born just a few months apart. We all get to be miserable together.
This summer has been a bit duller than last summer which I can attribute to my very pregnant body. It’s so hot out that unless you’re swimming you might as well stay inside. It’s swimming or nothing. I’m always tired and lazy, so unfortunately my boys have rotted at least half their brains in front of the TV. Our backyard is a desert wasteland that certainly doesn’t encourage them to go outside. Easton and Teagan have been spending a lot of time playing in their stuffed animal club in the loft. I’ve finally felt a bit more energetic these past 2 or 3 weeks that I’ve made them turn off the TV and play, and they have so much fun when they do. Their stuffed animal club is adorable. For some reason, my boys are really big into their animals. They sleep with piles of them on their bed and tend to think that they are living creatures that need attention and kindness, particularly Easton.
Easton started basketball last week. He’s playing for the local rec center just for the summer. His first practice was last week, and he left completely exhausted from all the drills and squats he was doing. I’m just happy he is getting exercise. He really loves basketball, so I’m glad that he gets to play just for fun on a recreational league. I’m not the type to do serious sports with my children at such a young age. Aint nobody got time for that. Especially if you have more than one child that wants to play sports.
Logan is growing up so much, but we still look at him with all the tenderness we would a baby. It will be a sad day when we bring Emerlynn home from the hospital and Logan “The Baby” is the baby no more. Easton and Teagan lost their baby-hood at 3, not 2, so I’m not prepared for Logan to lose his so early. It will definitely be an adjustment. We have been planning to transition him to a bunk bed with the boys, but I haven’t had the heart or courage to take him out of the crib yet. Emerlynn will take over his room and the crib when she’s 4 weeks, so I guess there’s still a little bit of time, but I’m worried about him not sleeping once he transitions to a bed. I know he’ll think it’s the best thing ever getting to bunk with big brothers, but I’m pretty sure he’ll just think every night is a party. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when it comes.
There are still so many projects that I wanted done around the house before Emerlynn got here. I imagined I’d tackle them all the same way I was painting and redoing furniture the last few weeks of Logan’s pregnancy, but I’ve already mentioned how tired and unmotivated I am this time around. So I got my one antique dresser painted, but not completely painted. I planned to do the filing cabinets, the shoe bench, the entryway console, the baby’s dresser, an upright mirror, and the bench at the foot of my bed. None of those have gotten done. It’s sad, really. I feel like we still just barely moved in our house with everything that hasn’t been done yet, and we’ve been here almost 4 months now. I also want to paint my kitchen cabinets, my nightstands, my dresser, and redo our kitchen table.
I guess I mostly just want to have this baby, and then maybe I can get my energy/motivation/body back.
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