Recently I've been feeling rather like Worst Mother of the Year. I can't bend over easily and I'm in almost constant pelvic pain. My sleep has been erratic and interrupted. These things equal grouchiness. Some days, extreme grouchiness. My poor kids. My house is constantly messy and everything's so hard for me to do right now. I've been really pissy. It's temporary. That's what I keep reminding myself. I'm 99% sure this is my last pregnancy. I don't think my hips could take another baby. Sitting for too long hurts. Standing for too long hurts. Walking for too long hurts. Rolling over in bed hurts. The doctor said, Um yeah this is your third baby. *sigh*
I told the kids I wasn't very happy because they weren't being obedient and Ace gave me a big hug and then looked up and asked, "You happy now?" How could I say anything but yes?
I asked Ace to pick up some toys and told him I can't bend over now. He said, "Grownups can't bend over, but I can." Ha ha I was like, "Um, a month ago I could bend over. I'll be able to bend over once the baby's born. This big belly makes it hard." To which he responded, "You have a fat belly, Mom!" Ha ha
I told the kids I wasn't very happy because they weren't being obedient and Ace gave me a big hug and then looked up and asked, "You happy now?" How could I say anything but yes?
I asked Ace to pick up some toys and told him I can't bend over now. He said, "Grownups can't bend over, but I can." Ha ha I was like, "Um, a month ago I could bend over. I'll be able to bend over once the baby's born. This big belly makes it hard." To which he responded, "You have a fat belly, Mom!" Ha ha
Note the tongue.
The baby is REALLY active which is often amusing. One night around 4 am Miss E came in because she'd had a bad dream. She scared the crap out of me when she came in to our room (perhaps I was in the middle of a bad dream myself). Dh put his arm over me and tried to reassure me. A big, heavy arm weighing me down did not help soothe me! I think I even batted ineffectually at it and said, "That doesn't help!" Ha ha Once I had fully awakened I was able to help our poor daughter. But anyway, since I awoke fully, it was a good hour before I could fall asleep again. The baby was going nuts! Lots of hard jabs and the funny leaping thing she does. I wonder if she does that every night and I usually just sleep through it.
Tonight we were all sitting around the table talking about whatever. Ace randomly asked Dh if he liked strawberry donuts. (Mmm strawberry donuts. Have been rationing myself to those babies 1-2x a month.) Dh said he didn't like them very much. Ace asked, "You like them one much?" I was confused where he came up with that until I realized that Miss E often says, "I love that too much!" So we started goofing around, asking each other if we liked something three much, or just one much. Hopefully those silly times at least balance out the bad days.
I've been knitting and crocheting and reading (all things you can do sitting down). I made a tiny white hat for the baby, a purple hat for Miss E, a blue hat for Ace (modeled above, it's too big for him, oh well), a tiny purple hat for a friend's baby and a white slouchy beret for myself (see middle pic, I heart it!). I've been slogging my way through The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. It was our May book for book club and I've only got 50 pages left so I'm going to finish it, by golly. The more I read it, the less I like it. I've also been working my way through Lie to Me season 1 on Netflix instant view. Dh doesn't care for it, even though it seems a lot like other shows we both like (The Mentalist, Psych, with a dash of crime fighting show). It's the salmon run so he's been obsessing over that. Lol
Keep me in your prayers please. I've got nearly three months to go!