Ok, so I'm trying really hard not to get antsy about this baby coming already...I mean it's still 2 weeks to my due date. Everyone telling me how I look like I'm about to go any minute isn't helping either becasue then I just get frustrated that I'm not! Also, I'm starting to feel like my life is on hold and I can't do anything until he gets here. Mostly this has to do with the inability to move very well with the huge basketball in my stomach...
I can't seem to get the house picked up or cleaned because it take so much effort to pick things up that by the time I get a few put away the kids have taken out twice that much...then when they finally are asleep and I do pick up, I'm just way too tired to do any actual cleaning and then mess is starting to drive me nuts.
I can't seem to find the desire to start some new project to keep me occupied. Partly because I know I probably won't get to finish it anytime soon...and I hate unfinished projects. Secondly because a lot of the projects I want to do take more than a few dollars to do and we don't have the mula right now:(
I can't exercise or go running to start training for the marathon I want to do in January.
I can't seem to keep up with the kiddos when it comes to energy and they are getting frustrated that I don't want to spend all day swinging, lifting, building, and playing.
And the list goes on.
I've pondered why I didn't feel this way with Isaac or Nathan and then I remember...oh yeah...I was teaching crazy inner city 10th and 12th graders the day before Isaac was born and I spent the weekend moving out of our house and into another the weekend before Nathan came. I think I need a major life even to keep my mind off of this:)
Ok so that was pretty negative. I really am also very grateful just to know that I will be having a healthy baby boy sometime in the next couple of weeks. I just have to keep reminding myself that occasionally! Hopefully I'm not the only one like this at the end of pregnancy!
I can't seem to get the house picked up or cleaned because it take so much effort to pick things up that by the time I get a few put away the kids have taken out twice that much...then when they finally are asleep and I do pick up, I'm just way too tired to do any actual cleaning and then mess is starting to drive me nuts.
I can't seem to find the desire to start some new project to keep me occupied. Partly because I know I probably won't get to finish it anytime soon...and I hate unfinished projects. Secondly because a lot of the projects I want to do take more than a few dollars to do and we don't have the mula right now:(
I can't exercise or go running to start training for the marathon I want to do in January.
I can't seem to keep up with the kiddos when it comes to energy and they are getting frustrated that I don't want to spend all day swinging, lifting, building, and playing.
And the list goes on.
I've pondered why I didn't feel this way with Isaac or Nathan and then I remember...oh yeah...I was teaching crazy inner city 10th and 12th graders the day before Isaac was born and I spent the weekend moving out of our house and into another the weekend before Nathan came. I think I need a major life even to keep my mind off of this:)
Ok so that was pretty negative. I really am also very grateful just to know that I will be having a healthy baby boy sometime in the next couple of weeks. I just have to keep reminding myself that occasionally! Hopefully I'm not the only one like this at the end of pregnancy!
2 comments:
I felt the exact same way before Hazel was born. You'll get through this. What help for me was to read a good book so I could escape for a few moments. Good luck
Hahaha! I love your little basketball belly! You're always the same - so tiny! What can other people be thinking by saying you're about to go! You're adorable! Good luck with the last two weeks, or however long he decides to stay in there!
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