Socially Slacking

Greetings from 4:31 a.m.  At which time, I’d undoubtedly rather be asleep, but sadly my pregnant body is tired of being in the lying-down position, so I’m up.  Which is kind of ok since I went to bed before 9 last night.  My stomach was SO tight last night I could barely move.  This, my friends, is getting old.

However, there is one advantage to being up at this ungodly hour.  And that is that no one else in my house is up. (ZOMGOSH I just heard Sophie make noise as I wrote this.  She BETTER be talking in her sleep.) And since I’ve been off my feet for a few hours at this point, I can get last night’s domestic failures under control.  You know, clear the dinner dishes, run the dishwasher, look in Joshua’s school folder to make sure nothing urgent needs to be returned tomorrow.

So, I did that.

And then I clicked through a few blogs.  I have been completely out of touch and so busy the past couple of weeks.  The only blogs I have even kind of kept up with are Cortney’s and Uncle Paul’s and that’s really, honestly, just kind-of.  Not to mention my real-world friends, whom I have hardly seen or even had the energy to have a phone conversation with.  I feel like such a loser, that in this season of giving, I don’t have much to give anyone who doesn’t live in my house or in my belly.

The truth is, my kids are demanding.  Sophie would rather play with me than watch a tv show these days, which makes me really, really happy. And tired.  Because she would also rather not play by herself! If I put on Word World or the Cat in the Hat Knows A lot about That, her two favorites, I can usually get in 15 minutes of dishes or laundry or blogging before she comes looking for me with a book in her hand.  And that is good.  It is much easier when Joshua gets home from school and they will entertain each other for awhile.  But by that time, I’m pretty beat.

So, I guess I am preparing to hibernate for the winter!  With a newborn just before the New Year, I doubt I’ll be getting out much.

But hopefully I’ll feel good enough to do dishes at a decent hours.  And maybe talk on the phone once in awhile!

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36 Weeks of Hot Mess

So, I am 36 weeks!  Really 36-and-a-half, if you’re counting, and I am SO. Counting.  And 36-and-a-half weeks of miserable.

Make no mistake, I am thankful to be pregnant, and I am thankful for my baby boy and what he will mean to our family.

But dudes, I am a real person, and I am real sick of being pregnant.  I’ve had a headache since yonder about 2 a.m. Thursday morning and I’m worried about my blood pressure which is borderline.  (Worrying about your borderline blood pressure does not do much to help it go down, by the way.)  Last night I had to leave Joshua’s Christmas program early because the whole right side of my body was numb, the seats being so uncomfortable for my grotesque proportions that every way I tried to sit was painful.  I was watching my fingers get fatter, I was having hard Braxton-Hicks, and it was just very unsettling. So I felt like Mother of the Year.  He was SO excited about the program.  Daddy and Grandma stayed to watch, and Sophie and I headed home so I could get in bed (where she obliged me with some very nice snuggles!)

Up til this week I have actually been sleeping pretty well, not just for a pregnant person, but for ME in general.  But this week I have slept very poorly, waking every couple of hours with sore hips and a sore belly, trying to rearrange my five pillows around me so that I can get comfortable enough to go back to sleep for a few.  I. am. tired.

Of course, because of my discomfort, I am jonesing to be un-pregnant.  But there’s always a paradox.  I also don’t want Jonah to come early.  Not just because we still have a few things to do to get ready for him, but because I want him to cook as long as he needs to.  I’ll be having a c-section a few days before my “official” due date, and I want him to be as healthy and strong as possible.

So anyways.  I think it’s time to tuck in and hibernate as much as possible.  That’s what Mama Bears do when it gets cold, right?   ‘Cause man it got cold this week!  And my extra layer of fat is NOT keeping me warm!  Just grumpy.

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And she was STILL hungry…

This past weekend, two of my favorite people, Emily and Cortney (natch), were kind enough to throw me a baby shower for baby Jonah. That was really sweet, because after all, who ever has a shower for their third kid!?  See, Jonah, you may not be neglected after all! Whee!

But anyways, when I say “kind enough”, I mean kind in a Cortney-and-Emily way, which includes, of course, making fun of me.

Luckily for them, I made it REALLY easy.

APPARENTLY, I’ve been a *wee* bit obsessed with food and hunger during this pregnancy!  Which I didn’t fully realize until I walked into my baby shower and Em & Cort had printed out and posted ALL my tweets about FOOD for the past few months!  Like THESE beauties:

They even got our local favorite pizza empire, Cassano’s Pizza in on the deal – they brought one of my major cravings this time around  – Cassano’s Spaghetti and Meatballs!! YUM!

Cortney also made the most FABULOUS cake, inspired by one of my tweets about HO-HO’s of all things!! It was soooo gooood.   It had a Ho-Ho layer, a layer with mocha icing, and a layer with cupcakes with peanut-butter buttercream icing.  ZOWIE! I did have one of all three layers, thankyouverymuch. And ice cream. Served with my FAVE Hershey’s syrup!!

Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, my BFF Lulee made some GORGEOUS and delicious baby boy Lulee’s Lollies!

So, the food was a prego’s dream!  But the company was even better!  I had a wonderful group of women surrounding me and blessing me with gifts for my little boy.

Thanks girls, for blessing me and my family!  And for, as always, putting me in my place.  🙂 I love you!

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