I love that I am creating a child inside my body. That she is being nourished and grown by what seems could only be a miracle. I mean, really? There is a human growing inside me? How awesome is that? Pregnancy is amazing and wonderful and a time to be cherished...and I wish I was better at cherishing it. Because right now I am moody, and angry, and my whole body aches. These last weeks of pregnancy are awful. I think its like that on purpose to make us actually want to give birth. And I am there. I really really want to give birth. Another week and a half and I will be 37 weeks, which is considered full-term and they won't stop labor after this point, and I will be raring to get this show on the road.
Thank goodness this past week was full of distractions to pull me out of my pregnancy pity party. Really victorious, loving, exciting distractions. Lots of cooing going on around here.
As I mentioned last week in my very first Weekly Coo, writing this blog has been an entirely new creative outlet for me. I've discovered that I love writing, that its changed me in so many ways, that maybe I am even okay at it...so I took a brave step and submitted a piece to a local mama magazine, MAMALODE. I didn't get my hopes up because there are some phenomenal writers featured on this site. So, I submitted it and forgot about it. And then last Thursday I got an email that they had accepted my essay and wanted to run it this week! I actually started crying (thank you pregnancy hormones).
Please head over to MAMALODE and check it out...and while you're there, check out the other essays that are featured under "Stories", there is some really good stuff going on over there.
I got an out-of-the-blue-I-Love-You present from my sister Kellie this weekend. There is nothing that makes me feel more giddy or special than knowing someone was thinking of me when I wasn't around. I love being loved. I love being kneaded (how dang cute is that anyway?!).
I am (expectantly) huge right now. And let me tell you, I freaking love how forgiving maternity clothes sizes are. I noticed this week that two pairs of my maternity pants are a size 6. My real-life size 6's I'd hardly be able to fit one swollen ankle into right now. Thank you maternity clothes makers for making me feel a little less huge today. I'm a dainty little size 6.
I attended a ladies night at my friend Jen's house on Friday. A last hurrah, a last long night out before I have a baby permanently attached to my breast for the next six months (not that I am complaining, I loved every second of nursing Anna). We grilled pizzas and I made apple hand pies and cinnamon ice cream for dessert.
We gabbed until 11 o'clock pm when we all piled into our cars and drove sleepily and happily home. Party animals.
Anna's favorite new hangout is the Carousel. I am too large to ride comfortably on it right now and it gives Mace motion sickness (it is the fastest Carousel west of the Mississippi, or so they claim), so I have been bribing people to take her on it instead. Auntie Tessa last week, Jen this week. Any volunteers for next weekend?
We headed to Pattee Canyon for a hike afterwards and I was surprised by Anna's enthusiasm in hitting the trail. Girlfriend loves to be outside. Perhaps an avid hiker in our midst?
This kid makes me coo every time I look at her.
To top off our busy Saturday, Danesa texted and said "bring Anna over so you and Mace can have a date night." I love having a best friend like her around. She and Anna are best buds and I love watching them together. Danesa was there when Anna came into this world, and this has sealed a mighty tight bond between the two of them. She'll be there again when #2 graces us with her presence. Stamped and sealed, she's part of our world forever.
My pregnancy mood swings have been sedated for the time being and life is good. Coo.