It’s funny to me that even though I can see my belly getting larger and I can feel Adalyn moving a lot, I still feel surprised that this is really happening. I feel like that kid on the YouTube video after a dentist appointment asking, “Is this real life?!?”
In many ways, the idea of pregnancy (and especially delivery) has always seemed more weird and scary to me than beautiful or exciting. Before I met Peter, I talked often of adopting four children – partially in order to provide a home for orphans, and also somewhat so that I wouldn’t have to be pregnant.
But yet here we are, and one of my early thoughts after seeing the positive test was, “Well, there’s no going back now!”
I am currently going through some testing for something that could mean some meds, extra monitoring each week, and being induced around 37 weeks. It’s not official yet, but I’ll be surprised if the test results do not point us in this direction. If they do, Adalyn could join us in about five weeks. FIVE WEEKS.
I’m very excited to see her and cuddle with her and learn all about her. I’m not exactly thrilled about the process of getting her out. (Prayers appreciated!)
I told some friends the other day that I’ve been around plenty of babies recently, so I don’t feel scared about what life will be like after she arrives. I’m trying to be pretty realistic about things like nursing, exhaustion, crying, etc.
However, lately my eye has been twitching occasionally when I think of everything that needs to be done before she arrives. Of course, with my job change, I have a whole classroom to set up, and it is currently a work in progress. I also have to basically figure out how to teach first grade and then put that in writing to tell someone else how to do it for twelve weeks. No big deal. Ha! Our bathrooms are almost finished, so then we can move on to try to reclaim our house from dust and disarray/clutter. The nursery isn’t ready yet because I didn’t want to feel like it was getting Sheetrock dust all over it. Plus, all of the things we have been buying for her at rummage sales (Alabama translation: yard sales) are stacked in a pile upstairs. I still need to wash everything and put it all away. (Plus we have a baby shower August 9th! Woohoo!!! This is great because although we have already gotten a ridiculous amount of clothes and other things like a car seat, crib, stroller, boppy pillow, bumbo seat, bathtub, etc., we are still missing lots of basics like diapers, wipes, hangers, crib sheets, blankets, burp cloths… Do babies really need so much stuff?!?)
It’s times like these that I really wish my mom lived closer so she could help me organize and prepare.
Anyway, it will all be okay. The house will be what it will be whenever we bring her home. The children will be taught, and I’m sure my sub will do a great job. Adalyn will have somewhere to sleep and clothes to wear. One favorite line that I’ve basically overused lately is, “It will be what it will be!”
As for the third trimester, I’m doing okay. I don’t feel as big as I think pictures show. (Maybe that’s God protecting me from the harshness of my mirrors!) However, I move really slowly and grunt a bit when trying to get up from sitting on the floor. Actually, I move slowly in general – getting up from a chair or the couch, getting out of bed, getting out of the car, walking, etc. But at least I’m still moving! Haha!
I was just telling my mom yesterday that I’m often hungry but nothing really sounds good. I’ve really slacked on cooking lately because nothing seems worth the effort. I still really love cold things. This could be because it’s a warm summer, but I also felt this way back in February during the first trimester. I definitely remember eating a lot of cereal back then because it was quick, easy, and cold. I’ve also enjoyed things like popsicles, ice cream, water with lots of ice, and really cold skim milk.
Most recently, when people ask if I have weird cravings, my answer is air conditioning. I love it. When I walk past a vent in our house, I often stop momentarily to let it blow right on me. It’s my current happy place. :)
I’ve been swelling for a long time now. I think it just hit me early and often. I really miss my wedding ring and being able to wear all of my shoes. I pretty much live in my Chacos, but instead of a Chaco tan line for summer, I wind up with imprints of the straps cross the tops of my feet. At least they provide great arch support!
I also miss smaller and cuter clothes. There have been a few days when I was out grocery shopping or something and got suddenly jealous of skinny girls walking around in cute outfits. Perhaps I should avoid the mall for a while.
Adalyn moves often throughout the day, and it’s really reassuring. She has finally moved up and out of my hip bones and has been pushing mostly near my belly button or just above. This week I’ve noticed she really prefers my right side, and she often rolls in such a way that she sticks out a little more over there, and my stomach looks a little lop-sided when I look down. I can feel her there too. My left side is a little softer and I can push it in more, but there are often specific spots on my right side that are hard and feel like she is pressing right up against them. I just wish I knew what part of her I was feeling. Something tells me it’s her bottom, but I really don’t know what position she is in now, so that could be all wrong.
I’ve heard that it’s fun to see the ways babies act after they are born and how that reflects their habits in the womb as well. If that is the case, I’m not sure that Adalyn will do a lot of kicking or punching, but I bet she will be a squirmer and maybe an early roller! We’ll see!
I’ve been reading Bible stories to her from the Jesus Storybook Bible, and I love that. I also talk to her often when she moves. I tend to ask her what she is doing! I love when Peter talks to her and feels her moving. She often responds to his voice with a kick or punch or something. He is so excited to meet her, and I love it! I’m the one who tries to remind us of reality, “Yes, but it will be really hard. We are going to be so tired and she will probably cry a lot.” And he just takes it all in stride and talks about how much joy she will bring. He is going to be a great daddy.
I know I have way too much to do to wish the time away, but I’m definitely excited for fall already. The temps will cool off, we will hopefully settle into our new normal with her, I will be home on maternity leave and not working all day everyday to prepare for something, and we can do things like cuddling with her while watching college football. (Plus I think it will feel nice to start to get my body back so maybe I can move and breathe a little easier!) It will be here soon, and maybe even sooner than we have been anticipating! :)