I’m sitting in my kitchen sipping some iced sparkling mineral water flavored with a hint of fresh lemon juice (thanks to a dear husband).
So yes, this means I am still alive, with baby still in the belly.
I suppose I owe an explanation as to where I’ve been. Easy:
Sleeping. Eating. And being mom to three kids. And getting a house ready to sell. Teaching fitness classes (really, I still am). Which leaves little time for anything else. Although I did get a nasty cold the other week and read Tess of the Durbervilles while I laid around, which considering it’s a 500 page novel, felt pretty good about myself since reading has become such a guilty pleasure in my current life.
Getting ready to have a baby, getting ready to sell a house. It’s a nice convergence of circumstance, don’t you think? My husband got his dream job which will require us to move from our treasured historic home to somewhere (unknown at this time) that is not here. I’ve been decluttering, painting, rearranging, ect. ect. All of those things you do to get a house ready to flaunt. And I love my house. I mean, I feel like it’s a living, breathing thing. An art form, in the truest sense. It will be sad to let it go. But I digress.
I’m still pregnant. Less than one week till the due date. Pregnancy is hard. I’m not talking this pregnancy, but just pregnancy in general, although this one hasn’t been a piece of cake (but then again, I’m not one of those blessed souls who get nine months of glowing bliss). Aside from the obvious physical changes, there’s the fact that things are not just not normal. Hormones are all out of whack, eating patterns and tastes are unpredictable. It’s nice to know, 1) This will end soon. 2) The end will bring a beautiful, bright, baby girl.
Also, I have a few confessions. I’ve been a lousy cook. I haven’t tried out any new recipes in months. Dinner tonight, took less than 20 minutes–angel hair pasta, light tomato sauce, veggie meatballs (the pre-made, pre-cooked kind that you throw in the oven for 10 minutes to defrost), garlic bread, and steamed broccoli. And so it goes. Pregnancy has sucked all the pleasure out of cooking and eating. But I have faith it will return once this baby leaves my body, and it becomes mine once again (sort of).
Another thing, I have gained a healthy amount of weight. Most of it was in the 1st trimester, as mentioned previously. I’ve gained about 20 pounds since my 1st trimester. I’m not stressed about weight as much as I have in the past. Maybe because there are more important things in life to worry about?? Also, continuing to teach my classes has helped me to maintain a pretty high level of fitness, one that I’m sure would not be possible if I weren’t getting paid to do it. My recovery after birth I anticipate will be rather painless, God willing, or at least relatively brief, and I know it will be in large part due to consistent and balanced workout sessions. I especially recommend Pilates and yoga for pregnancy. Pilates has helped me to maintain some pretty rock solid abs, for a pregnant woman that is.
On my mind now: prepping for labor. It seems so surreal. I’m actually going to have to push another baby out? Like, soon?! I’d like share some of my concerns about going the natural route (I’ve done it three times, but this does not make the thought any less daunting). But for now, sleep sits on my eye lids. I promise to post, again, soon. Thank you for all your kind and supportive thoughts! They keep me going.