BABY!!!!!!
Y U NO BE PREDICTABLE!
I remember just a few short months ago, I would consult this app I have on my phone and it has this timeline function... I remember looking forward and thinking, dang! I can't wait to get to the end of this timeline... now that I'm about there it's pretty nerve wracking.
Um.... <choke>... pretty exciting. <choke>
Still slightly swelling a little bit and I have to say my biggest complaint as of yet is painful feet. Those two poor little feet have never had to carry this much weight in their lives. In the morning when I get up, I seriously dread standing because the balls of my feet hurt SO damn bad.
When I look down, this is what I see...
Trust me, when I get up in the morning I sure wanna squeal like a pig.
I was in so much pain after I got off work the other night all I could think about was getting a hard nasty foot rub-down. -Sounds so adult, doesn't it... well I took to Google and searched "Foot Therapy Portland" and I'll be damned! There is a place in Portland JUST FOR FEET!!!
I wasn't the only pregnant lady in there either!
SQUEEEEEE!!!!!
One glorious hour of some poor soul dealing with my fat, gnarly, sweaty, mangled pregnant-lady feet while I get to relax and pretend that I don't feel bad that her beautiful smooth hands have to man-handle my grossness. Seriously though, they've ached so badly lately that my feeling bad about someone having to touch my feet only lasted a moment. Lucky for me my husband doesn't read this, so tomorrow night after I get off work I'll sweetly ask him to give me a hard nasty rub-down. He does a really good job actually. Lots of pressure.... Man how things have changed... I used to get excited about such different things.
Which brings me to my next topic... I used to have a Ducati Monster. Yep. "Used to". Sold my Ducati today...
His name was "Him".
It's a sad day, but also, strangely, I'm happy about this. Happy because the guy who bought him seems like he knows bikes. Also, because he isn't a douchey douchebag. Sad because I'll miss Him, and we've had some really great times.
So, now that time is limited for my little one here in the womb, the third and final baby shower has come and gone. I must say, the generosity has been overwhelming. I feel most lucky that there are a lot of women in my life who have shared some great advice, and many women in my life who can serve as great resources. It really does take a village. I've been busy just being a sponge and listening with wide eyes and a gaping mouth at everything I've been hearing.
I figured, it's Portland.
We'll just put a bird on it too.
Back to the baby showers, they were all really fun and I had a great time at each of them. This last shower was put on by the Grandmother-to-be and I'm excited that she's so excited! Here's a few snapshots from the shindig that makes me feel like this little hooligan in my belly is the royal baby everyone keeps talking about.
Makes me smile every time I see his name.
Dessert anyone?
Lemon cupcakes Auntie Mak made. SO good!!!
SO cute!
My pretty girl seeking refuge among the foliage.
Probably THE coolest ride this baby will ride in.
Ever.
Because we're poor.
Anyway, the generosity of everyone and the well-wishes, and all the advice and sharing stories have been really great to hear. It's empowering to hear other peoples' experiences and to have people say, "If you just need to vent, gimme a call." or whatever. Means SO much. Also, to know that body parts go back to "normal" and that people "bleed forever" and end up ok, is nice to hear. If I let my mind wander too much on these topics I find myself going down this rabbit-hole and before I know it I have visions of a depressed, suicidal "Carrie" in my head...
Should I be bleeding this much...
Until next time... I'm sure I'll be freaking out about something else... Dare I say I might be freaking out about moving to Washington? ...
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