22 weeks

I have been afraid to step on the scale this month, worried it would say I’d gained 10 pounds. My belly is growing fast these days and with all the junk food I ate during the move, I was just worried. Turns out I’ve only gained 3 pounds this month! That makes 11 pounds total. I feel so proud of myself. I’m right on target for a normal, healthy weight gain. Phew! I have been poking my back and chin, feeling like they are getting bigger. I’m afraid of cameras right now. And my hair is so grey are lifeless. I have henna but I know it’s going to be a pain in the ass so I’ve been avoiding it.

Tom made me a stack of pregnancy cards for those special moments when I feel like a big whiny baby and I just want him to do something for me. This all came about because Thursday Summer and I were busy painting the baby room when we ran out of tape. We didn’t want to stop and run to the store for more tape. So we made Tom and Jon go for us. I don’t really think laziness was involved in that particular pregnancy card since we were hard at work and they were just shooting the shit. I told myself a little outing would do them some good. So see! Maybe I can use my pregnancy card for good, not evil. I never plan on sending him out of the house at midnight for donuts or something, though I should probably never say never, We’ve got 18 weeks to go and who knows what will transpire.

The foot is feeling better, the nose is still terrible but I pulled out the humidifier and things are getting better up in there. I’m going to a prenatal yoga class tonight in our new neighborhood. Here’s hoping it’s a good one. I had strange dreams about it last night and in my dream it was really weird, not yoga at all, more of a strength and flexibility assessment that involved being strung up on ropes and being forced to run up steep hills. I miss my old class but there’s no way I can get there by 5:30 on Wednesdays from this side of town. Work has been really busy and just getting there on time when I lived in the neighborhood was a challenge every week. There are weekend classes but mornings are usually dedicated to taking the dog to the park. Wish there was a late afternoon weekend class. Tom set up the wii fit and the dvd last night so I can finally get back to my yoga dvd and some wii yoga. I’m so distracted to unpacking, gardening and painting around here, I really need at least a dvd to keep me motivated.

I’m feeling more and more comfortable with my big ole belly. slouching on the couch with my gut hanging out is one of my new favorite relaxation poses. I feel like I have a giant beer gut. I feel like a slob most of the time though, and every time I try to put on a dress, I have to change again because we are heading to the muddy dog park or I want to paint the room. I pretty much have one pair of pants that I wear all the time now. I don’t know what I’ll do if I grow out of them. I guess by then it’ll be time for some summer clothes. It’s not too late for the moo-moo! I can picture myself gardening in the front yard with some gawdy florescent flowery polyester moo-moo on.

We have been working so hard around the house, I usually feel like I got hit by a truck by the time I get into bed for the night. This weekend we tore down the old compost bin in the backyard. Tom did most of the tearing down, I just moved dirt and wood around. Mississippi did the majority of the digging, though she didn’t follow our instructions and now the grass is full of dirt that I’ll have to move again before it kills what little grass we have. Tom did lots of unpacking and I did lots of painting. I’m so tired of painting the baby room. I think there is just one session to go (excluding the window and doors) and then I can set up the crib. It’ll feel so good to get a crib in there. We need to find a dresser. I’m kind of hoping to find an old one at goodwill that I can paint orange.

The idea of having a little one is more and more real. We were making fun of our unborn child’s crying last night. Making weird guttural newborn-like wails. The baby probably heard and will soon be retaliating with much louder wails.

I think when you first get pregnant you assume you’re going to be pregnant forever. I kept telling Tom this was going to go faster than we imagined. I knew it to be so but I didn’t really believe it. Now that there are just 18 weeks to go, I’m really feeling it. This is going to happen so soon. I only have 12 diapers! Curtains need to be sewn, we need car seat and stroller and a diaper soaking bucket and who knows what else. And we’d better get them now while I’m still very mobile. The pressure! And shouldn’t we go to some sort of class? Aren’t you supposed to take classes when you’re pregnant? Lots of questions for the midwives tomorrow.