In 10 weeks, the little monster will be fully cooked, even if he’s not due for another 13. And his mama is already exhausted!
My feet ache, and every morning when I wake up, it feels like someone has used my ribs, back and belly as a soccer ball during the World Cup (no, this is sadly not from Small Monster’s night escapades – it’s just a result of the way I lie on my sides when I sleep with a huge belly). I totally want a steaming hot bath, preferably in a Jacuzzi, and I cannot have one. Grrrr.
I would totally go for a full-body massage right now, and maybe I will. The only bad bit is that they’d have to avoid my feet for reasons I won’t get into here, and my feet want the massage more than the rest of me combined
Sleeping is actually pretty rough, and I may have to go back to sleeping on the hide-a-bed, if only because the mattress is not completely flat and there’s a bit of a groove in the middle where my swollen belly can settle without hurting my back. The bad dreams, at least, are basically gone, although I did dream about the baby last night. I was sitting on the bed with Small Monster in my arms (very cute, I might add), and realized that I couldn’t possibly have given birth yet, because I totally didn’t remember going into labor. Christian just looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Well?”, and I looked down and the baby had disappeared, vanishing in a puff of evil bearded German logic. Very disturbing, and pretty silly
In good news, it is brisk and cool here right now! This is my absolute favorite time of year, and cool clean air makes me very very happy. Add to that the fact that I met some really nice people yesterday at the pregnancy group, and I’ll be both social and busy again starting this week, and it all makes for good stuff.
So anyhow, another week gone, and a few more to go. Time’s actually moving really fast right now, which I’m well aware should scare the crap out of me. It doesn’t, but then, I never do what I’m supposed to do
<End of disconnected pregnancy blather>