Week 29 (a little late)

So, this week's post is a little late. I was devastated this week to learn that I have cankles. HUGE cankles. This is not my body. Everything is huge--my thighs, my fingers, my no-longer-existent ankles, my feet, my acne problem, my back pain, my foot pain, my carpal tunnel problem and tennis elbow. There is nothing that is not killing me. Well, my belly is huge and sometimes I need Michael to hold it up for a little while, to relieve the pressure on my back, and that is nice. And whenever the baby moves and he isn't kicking me in the ribs or so hard that it hurts, that is nice. And when he jumps and wiggles around at the sound of Michael's voice, that is just so cute. So there are a lot of good things still going on. And the countdown is down to 11 weeks now, so there is a definite end. But I just can't imagine getting any bigger than I am right now.

Week 28

Welcome to the 3rd trimester! How exciting is that?

The baby is growing well and he's getting so strong. How cute.



I've slowly packing everything, getting ready for our move. It's nice to know that I have all the time it will take--as I'm really only able to pack about five boxes a week before I feel like I'm going to die, I've been working so hard.
I can't believe we've lived here for 11 months already. It seems like such a short amount of time, but it also seems like much longer.

And, even though I hate it, I'm getting excited to move. And I really do love packing. I love boxes. It's so fun. Even if I'm too huge and tired to do anything very fast.

Week 27

So, today my baby brother texted everyone individually to let us all know that he is getting married. May 7th. I could be in the hospital, having a baby then, missing my only brother's wedding. Let's hope that doesn't happen. My brother is getting married! I can't believe it. The only part I can believe about it is that 1) he texted instead of calling or anything else, and 2) he didn't let any of us know he was even dating anyone until after he was engaged (even though he's been down to see us at least three times since he started dating her...maybe more. I don't know. How would I know?).

But here we are at week 27, so close to the third trimester, I can't stand it. I'm getting more and more excited. And bigger and bigger. And my back is hurting more and more. I feel like I can't stretch my lower back enough. Lizbeth Garcia and her wonderful 10-minute pilates are the only things saving me from a fate worse than death.

I can't believe people actually live through their third trimesters. I am already so huge, I can't bend down and pick things up, I can't roll over in bed very well at all, and I can't walk up a flight of stairs without having to spend the next 15 minutes catching my breath.

But soon, we'll have a sweet little baby, and it will be so much fun.

I feel like I can actually see my hips spreading. It's unreal. And kind of sad--but also amazing.

Knitting...in the past (and packing)

I really miss knitting. I have so many WIPs that I would love to be working on, but I can't even hold a book for more than 10 minutes because my carpal tunnel is so bad. I will never take my ability to knit for granted ever again if it comes back to me. I will say a prayer of gratitude every day that I am able to sit and knit. (Sure, that is probably a lie, but I really feel it sincerely right now.)

Today is the perfect day for knitting. The sky is just right and I am tired of trying to pack clothes and books to get ready to move. In about a month, we'll actually start moving things. I'm hoping for another easy-ish move.

But my knitting is calling and all I can do is sit and look at my yarn that is waiting to be packed, in the hope that I'll be able to pick it back up in about three months. I have some great projects waiting for me. I'm designing some little pants for our baby--to match the little jacket and hat I made. I would love to finish at least one of my WIPs before the baby is born. I would love to be able to finish Nina's scarf. But it's barely started and it's an intricate pattern. Maybe I'll see if I can pick it up later today when I finish packing my 10 boxes for the week.

Week 26

Another week.

It's a busy one.

But everything is going just fine, so far. My carpal tunnel is getting worse along with my poor skin.

And I want to eat pizza. A lot.

But the baby is kicking away all the time, and he's just so cute. He was tickling my ribs on the way to work today and I just kept laughing because it tickled SO much. Sweet, huh?