its raining. Its raining a lot in fact. And has been all night and some of yesterday. My limited supply of clothing is mostly wet on the verandah, so I can’t venture out in public until it ceases and dries. My stomach has expanded to such an extent now that there are very limited clothes, even Maternity ones, that fit, so it is a bit dire. But that’s ok. You and I are having a pretty quiet time at the moment, so going around in stretchy yoga pants is totally an acceptable option. So we’re taking it.
Days consist of waking up (you are waking about 6 am and having a big old play down there, which in turn wakes me), then staying in the warm bed as long as possible before finally dragging myself out to the shower. Your dad is making us a lovely smoothie, then we leave for your Grandad’s house, where your uncle has invariably misplaced something and can’t find it in order to leave for school. After that panic is over, we plug in our laptop and then tap-tap-tap away and work until R gets home after lunch. Then we go home and see what your dad has been doing for the morning (currently finishing off the varnishing of your cot), and do some more tap tap tapping work.
Then its time to think about dinner and perhaps some exercise. I look distractedly at the piles of washing and the stuff piled up in your room and the study that needs re-organising, get overwhelmed, so just chill out and watch TV or read a book. You generally have a very active period from around 6pm onwards for a few hours, so I’ve taken to playing with you. Simple games like pushing the foot around the belly. Its very funny for me. I think you like it too. Small things amuse me at the moment. Your dad thinks I am crazy (but in a good way. He said fun & crazy & interesting). Then we read a book for a while (currently on short stories again), and go to sleep.
The days are flying by at a roaring pace. 36 days to go according to the official count-down. The weekends between now and when you come are chocka-block full with catching up with people, and going away, and a wedding and all sorts of stuff. So please just wait a bit longer. Until around 21 June would be good. Then you’ll not only be full-term and ready, but I will have had a weekend away at a wedding and hopefully your room will be ready and my work will be finished. And yes, work is much harder now. Baby brain has returned with a vengeance. It has come and gone about 5 times during the pregnancy. Now its back. I think the thing that is hardest is that I can only concentrate on one thing at once. So my usual multi-tasking is just impossible to do. And I have to write things down immediately I think of them / have a conversation with someone else I just can’t recall it five minutes later. And if too much tries to squeeze into the brain all at once I just feel a bit overloaded & freak out. So I’m taking one thing at a time. Unfortunately work was supposed to be winding down but after the visit to Sydney last week there was a bunch more things I got given to do that have time constraints and what-not, so that is all full-steam ahead for a few more weeks. So I am slowly working through each thing.
I’m a bit worried that you might come early. I am still going to baby yoga at yogababy on Tuesday nights. I’ve decided that even though there is a lot of talking, I like it more now. I just take the bits I like from it and ignore the rest. And its an hour and a half where I can relax and think about you and feel pretty calm overall. And its fun to gawk at all the other pregnant ladies. There were about 26 of us last night. All at least 18 weeks. Its funny to see how differently everyone else carries their babies, and how big/small/different-shaped they are for how pregnant they are. I think that overall my belly is a pretty big ball shape compared to others. I am definitely bigger than a few women in the class who were at 39 weeks. They were generally a bit less ball-shaped and round-all-over, wheras you really do look like I swallowed a big watermelon. So yes, I’m thinking that you could come early, purely based on the size of my stomach. Which of course is no real indication at all.
Anyway, just wanted to say hi. I know you know I’m thinking about you, as we chat everyday and have a play too. Your dad says hi, he also had a big long chat to you last night.
p.s. oh yeah, and your dad and I think we might have a name or two for you. The boy one we’re pretty happy with – there have been omens over the past few days which are making me more sure. The girl one we have a few more options but I’m sure we have something that will match you. That is kinda fun. You’re going to have a name! But we’re going to wait until we meet you to decide – just to make sure. And it will be secret to everyone else until then. I guess we could ask you and play the tap-tap game to see if you have a preference…