I've come to the conclusion that this pregnancy is going by entirely too fast. I need to keep track of all these moments in a more orderly fashion. (Remember when I bought an adorable notebook to use as a pregnancy journal? Remember how it's still sitting on one of our end tables, yet to be opened? Anyway.) If only for myself, I really need to keep a better record of how my life is changing these days.
My favorite part of pregnancy thus far has definitely been feeling the movement. I have a very active little nugget on my hands. She is most active in the mornings right when I wake up and in the early evenings, usually on my drive home from work. I've grown fond of those little flutters (now turning into full-fledged kicks) and it's like a constant reminder throughout my busy days. "Hello, mom! I'm all hopped up on caffeine thanks to that McDonald's mocha frappe you just inhaled, so if I kick your bladder for the next two hours, you'll know why. Mmmkay?"
Yesterday I hadn't felt much movement and of course had to read a bunch of horror stories on the pregnancy boards (someone save me from myself), which only led me to spend a good thirty minutes poking and prodding at my belly for any sign of life. She finally gave me a couple sympathy taps and then went back to sleeping or floating or growing eyebrows or whatever it is that currently fills her days.
This morning I told Jay that I thought she was growing tired of uterine life, but he reminded me that it's in our best interest for her to stay in there a bit longer. I suppose he's right.
My energy is finally picking up, so I feel like I can do more than one thing on any given day. Also, I no longer require 11 hours of sleep each night which is a lovely thing. And with all the extra waking moments, cleaning has once again become a huge priority in my life. In fact, just yesterday I spent entirely too many minutes cleaning the tiny vents in our heating unit. And cleaning the bathroom ceiling with a Swiffer sweeper. And lamenting the current state of the carpet and our lack of a vacuum cleaner with any attachments. (Nesting is an odd thing.)
Otherwise, things are going very well. Some moments I feel 100% ready and other moments I have a borderline panic-attack thinking of all we have yet to accomplish before the wee one arrives. Still, I have this calm in my heart that tells me that things will work out just the they're supposed to. They always do.
Breathe in, breathe out...