Theres been a bit of a blogging dearth over here and I’m blaming it on my unborn child. It is entirely her fault.
She has gifted me with asthma, a pinched nerve in my groin, gestational hypertension among all of the other lovely things that pregnancy does to a body. So on top of the crap I just listed is garbage like swollen hands and feet, a wee rash, no bladder, no stomach, periodic insomnia aaaand I think I’ll just stop there. Because I could go on. But since lots of people have been pregnant, it’s not like this is new news. Blah blah blah, I’m a big whiner.
So basically she’s been doing a number on me. And the funny thing about being pregnant with your second child is that OH MY GOSH is it ever harder when you have a 3 1/2 year old to keep track of too.
None of that lounging around on the couch with elevated feet watching endless James Bond movies (which might have been how the last few weeks of pregnancy number one ended).
Instead it’s things like: Aldi, WalMart, Nap interspersed with a small boy running upstairs every 15 minutes to throw himself on you and say things like ‘Mummy, I LOVE you!’ or ‘Are you tired Mummy? I’m tired too!!’. Followed by birthday party, dinner, StarWars wall decal bedroom decorating, evening meds, a few books and bed time.
So for the last few weeks I’ve been in bed at anywhere between 7pm and 8pm. Tonight is an exception, but probably I’ll be in bed in 20 minutes. And so? No blogging. No much of everything.
And now, suddenly, there’s pretty much no time left.
I’m due in 19 days, but based on my fantastic diagnosis of gestational hypertension I’m being induced about a week and a half early. And so suddenly we are down to 9 days. Which really is 8, since today is over. So 8 days. Which is not a lot of time to do much of anything.
Today we installed the car seat. Tomorrow, I’m going to try to pack my hospital bag. Baby steps, eh??
And packing my hospital keeps making me laugh because I have recurrent flashbacks to doing it the first time. Oh, I was so innocent and had no idea what I was doing…
I packed a book. A rather thick one too. ‘The Thornbirds’ to be exact. And some pillow spray. Apparently for ambiance? I might have had 2 changes of clothing too.
I seriously went through those lists ‘they’ publish and checked off everything on each page and packed it away. You’d have thought I was going to stay at a spa.
This time, I’m aiming for clean underwear, deodorant and clothes for Baby Girl. Should take me 2 minutes tomorrow. In between naps, tickle fights, wiping bottoms, shopping, make multiple meals for a picky eater etc etc.
Piece. Of. Cake.