This whole “nesting” instinct is fascinating to me. I didn’t have a chance to go through this process last time given the boys’ severe prematurity, but boy is it in full effect now! My maternity leave started yesterday, and my list of things to do actually inspires me instead of exhausts me! Who knows how much time I have before the new little muffin makes his/her grand appearance, but I can assure you of one thing - I’ll be busy every second. I’m going to try to get my fair share of naps in so I can rest up and get well before baby (been sick for 2 weeks!), but really feel happy to have a few days to get ready for the baby as well as have special time with the boys.
39 weeks pregnant! WHOOHOO!
Note that this post is a more about me documenting this pregnancy versus something that I think will be interesting to others… so I won’t be offended if you move on to the next post now.
While more people are saying they think it’s a girl than a boy, I’m dead set that this little babe has a penis. Yes, it would probably be healthy to even the hormones in the household a bit and a lot of fun to have a little lady friend in the house, but I also find myself romanticizing about a house full of boys… so either way, I’m one lucky gal.
Chris has been a saint, as usual. Making me shakes whenever I want them, cooking dinners often, getting us settled into our home, letting me sleep in, and just being a great sense of support. I often think of how lucky my boys are to learn to be good men from the finest.
This pregnancy has generally been a piece of cake (here’s to the same for delivery!). But I guess it’s unfair to compare it to my last one. Yes, I’ve been tired, but I’ve not been sick, can still get around pretty darn well, been eating like a horse and still staying at a healthy weight, had no water retention/swelling, etc. So, once again, counting my lucky stars. Hoping this luck continues by being blessed with an easy baby! :)
Emma (our au pair) continues to be an angel in our lives. One of my favorite stories from this pregnancy involves her. She was talking with the boys and they were telling her about how STRONG daddy is… and how “he’s the strongest person in the whole wide world!” They then continue to talk about how strong she is as well since she carries them as pirates and throws them in the dungeon (her bathtub). Cooper then said softly to her, “mommy’s not very strong.” Emma, being the fabulouso person she is, thought “oh no… this is not the impression they should have of their mother!” So she started asking them about my belly… how big it is (”soooo big!”), and what’s in my belly (”a HUGGGE baby!”) and what it must feel like to carry that HUGE baby around in my HUGE belly all day long… well, long story short, the boys ended the conversation saying that “mommy is the strongest person in the whole world!” Warms my heart everytime I think of it. Love that she even thought to make that point with them. Her creativity with them on a daily basis has contributed enormously to their growth this year, and I am sickened at the thought that she will be leaving us in July to go back to South Africa. WHAH!!!
Ok - enough of my update. I want to close with a pic of the muffin in my belly at 9 months… I know these shots are not always the most attractive, but just think it’s incredible. Can’t wait to meet you, little one.
P.S. Any suggestions on a new name for the blog if we have a girl?!