As of last Saturday, I am no longer nesting. I am in the next phase, which I like to call the exhausting phase. Maybe it was because I used all my energy on working Thursday and Friday, maybe it was because I didn't get a good night sleep, or maybe it was simply because I'm 38 weeks pregnant!
Since Saturday, I can't get myself to do anything besides the absolute minimum (get dressed, get to work, eat). The thought of cleaning, or really, getting up to do anything is so daunting that my brain immediately calls it not an option and I give up before I even started.
Today I'm exactly 38 weeks. It's funny, because before today I didn't think I overall looked pregnant. Now, I know I have a pretty big belly, but for the most part, that is where my weight has stayed. I haven't had leg swelling and I didn't think my face had the added weight look that I can see when I look at pictures from my first pregnancy. But, well, this is sad to admit, but I think my neck or cheeks or whatever expands on the lower half of your face has started to make me look "pregnant." Silly to think about, but for some reason I don't like it. With regard to my belly, still the only new stretch marks are the two red lines that hold her little butt in.
With this exhausting phase, I'm ready for it to be over, but not bad enough to augment it. I still want this little girl to be absolutely ready to come out, and choose the time herself. With Henry, I was induced so I never felt what it was like to go into labor. I would like to experience it this time. Maybe I'll change my mind when it's mid January, but for now I'll wait...and complain.
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