Hey look, it’s me on a bench.

33 weeks.

Lately I lie awake at night trying to get comfortable but failing, so I end up spending my time worrying about things like falling off of a cliff, or simply ruminating about how much longer I can lay there without getting up to pee. I hear noises outside and wonder if someone’s trying to break in. I go pee, so that I can pass through the boys’ bedroom and check on them. Big surprise – they’ve both managed to flop out of their beds. Lifting them up (especially Z) is getting harder. Last night I could only get Z halfway into his bed before pausing for a breath and gearing up for the last heave ho. He grunted, but stayed asleep as I finished arranging his limbs and blanket even though I knew he wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Man. I’m exhausted, and I’m SO ready to have my body back. I can’t wait to get these maternity clothes OUT OF MY SIGHT. The only shoes that really feel comfortable now are flip-flops (shudder) and my wedding ring is starting to cut off all circulation to my ring finger.  My moods are a joy to behold, I get irrationally angry at the littlest things. And then the baby startles me out of my funk, flipping and tickling me from the inside. I do know that this, Andy and I creating a life, is really is such a beautiful, miraculous thing.

But I can’t help feeling a little hulk-smashy.

I feel like I should be DOING something. I went through a big cleaning spree, rearranging the contents in our dresser drawers, wiping down cabinet doors and picking tiny pieces of lint off of the floor that the vacuum missed. But nothing stays clean. NOTHING. I’ve also been going through my books and purging a lot, getting rid of the ones that I keep around to look intelligent and have never been able to finish (or start), or ones that I just plain don’t like but had the shelf room for. Getting rid of things feels SO GOOD, it could easily become an addiction. Also – <a title="paperback swap" href="Swap Books for Free –“>Paperback swap is awesome.

P.S. I’ve also been watching The Good Wife, which is also SO GOOD.



Filed under Adventures, Preggers in PDX

5 responses to “Restless

  1. Okay, I need to actually be there for the pregnancy otherwise I see you – having up until that point relied on FB pictures of your last visit or our trip to New York – and then go, HOW COULD SHE NOT TELL ME SHE’S PREGNANT?! And then I remember I already knew. So I think of something funny that Troy said.

  2. Also, I’M ON A BOAT!

  3. I miss you, and regret that I’ve missed an entire pregnancy, yet again. You manage to look so friggin cute through it all! We share food cravings, and I”m not even preggo. O_O Also, wish I could look through the disposed paperbacks. One woman’s junk is another woman’s treasure. Hurry up, River Aeon! We want to see you!

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