If I were going for a cute mommy blog that could pull lots of hits and have entries that go "viral" and get pinned on Pinterest this would be the spot where I would do a list of "What I will Miss about Being Pregnant" or "What Not to Say to a Pregnant Woman" or (an annoying one I read recently that I don't think was actually a mommy blog) "Lies all Pregnant Women Tell." But, as you may be able to tell from the ridiculous length of that last sentence, this is not one of those blogs. Plus, it's been done. I could provide links, but I'm not going to. If you're coming here from Facebook maybe my brother-in-law has provided the "Let Me Google That for You" link. Instead, I'm just going to ramble about what's been going on in our lives - much of which is directly affected by the overwhelmingly obvious fact that I am now just about a month from my official due date.
The weather has been on the comfortably cool-ish side for the past couple of days - definitely welcome. This gave us (and by us I mean Allen) a chance to put down some new landscaping cloth and mulch on the side bed by our house. Sadly we (and by we I mean Allen) had to pull out some of the rose bushes from that bed last year because they got sick. The landscape cloth had lost it's spot and it's ability to keep the weeds out and the original-with-the-house mulch was wearing a bit thin. It wouldn't have been on my priority list at all, but the neighbors are trying to sell their house and it runs right along the side of their driveway. Liam and I actually do deserve a little credit for pulling a pile of weeds to get the bed ready. Liam was pretty gung-ho to do some gardening, but he quickly got tired of picking up the weeds I had pulled and putting them in the wagon. Getting in a position to pull the weeds was tricky enough without trying to also figure out how to twist around and deposit them on the pile. Liam helpfully offered to move the wagon.
Yesterday Liam and I went to City park. Sometimes we manage to arrange to meet friends there, but this time it was just the two of us. We did run into one mom and son we knew from some group play dates we participated in a couple of years ago. That little boy is just as - how can I say it - rambunctious as ever and Liam wasn't interested in playing with him, but it was nice to catch up with the mom. Until another little boy her son was playing with decided to pour sand into her little guy's mouth and eyes. She's from Japan and our discussions are sometimes limited by the language barrier. They have almost always centered around our children and often around how challenging her boy is to take care of. Believe me, I do not bring this subject up - she does. As she scooped him up and ran toward the bathroom I was left thinking about the dynamics of our children's behavior and our reactions.
I also got into a discussion with a mom I'd never met before about childbirth. It's a funny thing how between women some usually intensely private details become available for pretty public consumption. She's had four kids, so has lots more experience than me, but she described her deliveries as relatively fast and easy which I definitely can't relate to at this point. One can always hope but... My motto is "Hope for the best, plan for the worst."
But late last night I got thinking about giving birth and visualizing possible scenarios and couldn't get to sleep. Which was bad because I had been super tired all day and really needed the sleep. I remember all the comments people made when I was pregnant with Liam like "Get sleep now - while you can" that sent a chill down my spine at the time. They were right, but now I generally can't get sleep when I could - my body and the circumstances seem to rarely line up.
I really need to get practicing the self hypnosis strategies I used when I was in labor with Liam more consistently. My excuse is that by evening, when it's quiet enough and I have the time, I'm tired and don't think I can concentrate well enough to do it. I remember some of it and have been practicing that, but since most of giving birth happens when tired I really should just DO IT. Makes me nervous, though. I guess I just have to get to the point where I'm more nervous about the possibility of not being prepared than about the thought of actually preparing.
I did get a little bit of a nap this afternoon. It was Liam's idea. I think he may have been tired out by having to get another filling today. I read him a story on our bed and then he looked at books while I actually fell asleep. He thought he might sleep too, but he didn't. I'm not sure how long I slept, but I woke up because blue bunny came to snuggle - with a little help from Liam who had been making trips to the living room to eat tomatoes which I had helpfully left out.
It's supposed to be hot this weekend and stay hot for a while. I'm not looking forward to that!
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