Today I hit the THIRD TRIMESTER!
I have no idea how the time has passed so quickly. I have so many crafts projects I still have to get done! I keep thinking I’ll wait until classes are done for the semester, our house is sold, we’ve settled into Ohio (although that may be a long while)…really I have a long list of excuses. By the time I was this far along with Mitchell, I’m pretty sure the nursery was just about completely done. Of course, things are a bit different this time around due to the uncertainty with the move and everything, but still. With Mitchell, my thought was, “OMG I ONLY HAVE 9 MONTHS TO GET EVERYTHING READY!” and with this one, my thought is more, “Eh, I have 9 months. I have plenty of time.” So, today, I started the car seat cover. Half an hour before a showing. Oh, and the car seat cover is made of super shedding material, so my crafts room floor looked like a small bird had been attacked and/or plucked. But I got it all cleaned up. My motto lately seems to be, “Why make things easy?”
I hope none of this implies that I’m awaiting She Who Must Not Be Named with any less anticipation than I awaited Mitchell. I’m just a bit more laid back about the awaiting. A lot of this laid back attitude is simply because there are forces I can’t control affecting this, like not being able to set up a nursery because we’re moving. For goodness sake, for most of this pregnancy I didn’t even know who would be delivering this baby. I didn’t even know which state I’d be in when delivery time came! So, I’ve taken a bit more relaxed approach to save all our sanity. But I have a giant list of crafts projects to do as soon as I get settled somewhere and can let all my nesting instincts flow. And I’m not concentrating on keeping our house show-ready at all times, regardless of the natural inclinations of a toddler, two giant dogs, and a semi-housebroken husband.
Every night as he’s laying down for bed, Mitchell asks to get a couple cars. I let him grab two or three. He always asks for more, and I say no, and that’s generally the end of it. Apparently he wasn’t happy with that arrangement, though. Last night, I told Mitchell it was time to get his pajamas on and get ready for bed. He ran for his room, and I follow a few minutes later and find him moving each and every car he owns to the window sill. I was laughing too much to stop him anyway, so I let it play out. He continued until he couldn’t fit a single other car on the sill without one falling off.
Holy cow, I’m 26 weeks along right now. 26 weeks! She is still known as She Who Should Not Be Named around here. She’s known as Baby Sister to Mitchell. He points at my belly, pulls my shirt up, and the maternity pants down so he can wave at Baby Sister and have weird conversations with my belly. When he’s going down for a nap or bed, he likes to lay his head against my belly. He giggles when she kicks him. All in all, the stage has been set for an adorable sibling relationship. At least I’m crossing my fingers for that.
The little lady is, so far, a much different pregnancy than Mitchell’s. She refuses to accept any pressure whatsoever on my belly. I usually am a stomach sleeper, but, you know, with this giant belly in the way, I’ve compromised and moved to my side. Not that She Who Should Not Be Named considers this a compromise. Any part of my belly that touches the bed is kicked mercilessly. It’s quite unfair.
Is it normal that my son figured out the safety locks on the cabinets, assembled the food processor, then did this over and over again? I know it’s adorable, and that’s probably all that matters.
I look down and this is what I see. I look over and I see Gilmore Girls. Little Lady keeps kicking him and he twitches and I’m sure he’s about to wake up but he just snores on. Sure, the back door blew open half an hour ago and it’s getting really cold in this house and there’s a really weird noise coming from the kitchen, but I refuse to move. Pretty soon the little lady will be outside, kicking him or otherwise attracting my attention, and I want to get as many beautiful firstborn cuddles as possible before anything changes. Because right now, this is perfect.