Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Nearing the end


I’m down to the final weeks before Wolverine makes his/her arrival.  Even if Wolverine is two weeks late, s/he will still be here by this time next month.  There has been so much going on in our lives these past few weeks that I haven’t had time to really process the fact that we’ll have a child in a few days/weeks.

Right around 36 weeks I was ready to throw in the towel on this whole pregnancy gig.  The swelling, the difficulty bending over, the constant fatigue, the aching feet… I was over it.  After two days of feeling like a stranger in my own body I regained perspective and was back to being content with where I am.  Instead of wishing that he/she would come as soon as possible, I am now back to hoping that Wolverine stays in until the due date (June 15) or later so we can get more work done on the house.  (And of course I know that I have no control of Wolverine’s birthday; I’m just stating my preference.)

On Sunday we moved all our furniture (with the exception of a futon mattress) and most everything else we own into our new house.  The original plan was that we would move ourselves as well and make that our sole residence.  Turns out even after a week of airing out the house the fumes from the sealant for our concrete floors are still strong.  In an effort to avoid exposure to VOCs, we’re still staying at the apartment until our lease is officially up at the end of the month.  Living with a very limited number of items at the apartment and traveling back and forth to the house is not ideal, but it’s temporary.  Worse case scenario would be for Wolverine to make his/her debut while we’re still between residences.  All of Wolverine’s clothes and diapers are packed in boxes somewhere and still need to be washed.  I think Henry unearthed the birth kit last night so it would be accessible if need be.  I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that we’re at the point where I could go into labor any day.  How did that happen?

Other pregnancy thoughts:

  • Stretch marks made there appearance last week.  I was hoping to avoid them, but such is life
  •  I’ve been gaining almost two pounds a week for the last few weeks (which might explain the stretch marks).  Slightly alarming, but at this point, what can you do?  My midwife is happy with my weight gain and says I’m right on track and that I’ll need the fat stores for nursing.
  •  Sometimes I wish I could just be naked all the time.  None of my maternity clothes fit anymore (okay, only a few items) and getting dressed feels like such a hassle.
  • My appetite has decreased over the last week or so.  I get full more quickly, probably because Wolverine is encroaching on my stomach space.  No heartburn though, so no real complaints in that department.


That’s the update at 37.5 weeks.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Yellow Countertops

The house we just bought has yellow countertops in the kitchen.  Bright yellow.  They are hideous.  Henry likes them.  It's a problem.

Despite my strong dislike of the countertops, they are not anywhere close to the top of the to-do list at the house.  Small items like removing the crumbling asbestos-ladden ceilings rank a few notches higher.  But the more I look at them?  The higher priority they become.  Since the kitchen opens to the main living/dining area, the countertops are prominent.

Last night I told Henry how much I wanted to put in new countertops.  I just don't feel like bright yellow is "our style" (because it's not; it's ugly).  Up until now I've never really cared about our living space.  As renters, we didn't have a say in most elements of our apartment and I've never been one to decorate.  Now that we're owners and are able to make changes I feel differently.  Everything else in the house will be calming tones that I love.  The countertops just don't fit with the vision.  I feel they aren't "us", but Henry thinks they are.

From his point of view it's not something we would pick out if we were starting from scratch, but that it is "us" to use what's there.  If we were to get new countertops the perfectly good bright yellow ones would just go in the dumpster.  Of course I support diverting items from the landfill, but I really hate the countertops.  Every item of furniture we own, with the exception of our mattress, is second (or third, or fourth) hand.  Why can't we throw out this one thing?

I'm fairly certain Henry's plan is to avoid making a decision and then we'll be too busy adjusting to life with Wolverine to care about the countertops.  The discussion is officially on hold until the end of the summer.  But make no mistake--it will be revisited.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Random thoughts from the third trimester

I have now entered the final month before my due date, which is both exciting and surreal. Right now I'm focused on moving into our new house (which first has to become habitable). Once that is accomplished (next weekend!) I will be able to better prepare for the reality of this new little person joining our life. There are a few random things I would like to remember from the last couple of weeks:

(1) When I was 34 weeks pregnant I accidentally biked more than 20 miles in one day. Neil and I had a full schedule that day and getting from point A to point B was easier on bike than bus (although there was a bus trip thrown in there as well). At the end of the day I calculated all of our small trips and realized I biked more than 20 miles in the heat, which was not my intention. After that I took a good week and a half off from biking.

(2) It's getting harder to distinguish my ankles from the rest of my legs.

(3) Two days ago I was putting away dishes in our kitchen and my protruding belly managed to knock over the green smoothie I just made. I'm just not used to extending that far in front of myself and it surprises me every time.

(4) I always heard people talking about how it was hard to tie their shoes at the end of pregnancy.  I now know from experience.

(5) I was taking the bus to look at a rug I found on Craigslist. On my way home, I was across the street from the bus stop and could see the bus coming down the road. Generally that would be no problem--the next stop was a busy one and it always takes awhile to load and unload passengers. I finally got the walk signal and started hustling toward the stop, at which point my beloved Chacos that I've had for six years decided to break. Picture it please: 8-month pregnant woman running down a busy street with one shoe on trying to catch up to the bus. Did I mention it was pouring rain? Needless to say, I did not make the bus. All I could do was laugh because I fully recognized how ridiculous I looked.

(6) For some reason I decided when making a green smoothie that it was not necessary for me to hold the pitcher while using the immersion blender. I can't remember what I was doing with my left hand that was so important I couldn't stop for a minute to steady the pitcher. Result? Green smoothie on the walls, counter, floor, clean dishes on the other side of the sink, and all over me. Lesson learned. But seriously, what was I thinking?!

(7) At my midwife appointment yesterday a three-year old girl was leaving with her parents when we were arriving.  Here was our conversation:

Little girl: Are you having a baby, too?
Me: Yes, I am.
Little girl: Are you a boy or a girl?
Me: (At first I thought she asked if I was having a boy or a girl, but then I realized what she was really asking.) I'm a girl.
Little girl: Then why do you have short hair?

I tried very hard not to laugh.

(8) Lots of strangers have been asking me about my pregnancy, and almost all of them claim I am having a boy. Time will tell.

(9) Last night Neil installed the attic fan at the house. The breakers were off so he wouldn't electrocute himself during the installation. When he finished around 9:30, it was pitch black and we just had a tiny flashlight. Before turning the breakers back on we needed to install some light fixtures in the bedrooms that had been taken down when our ceilings were redone. We needed to do it that night because we had people coming in to do the floors the next morning. Picture it please: tiny flashlight on the floor as our only light, a very pregnant me holding up a light above my head (one of which had a ceiling fan attached) while Neil tried to connect all of the wires. We got four fixtures in and turned on the breakers. Our success rate? One in four. Eventually we got two of the four to work. It's now 10:45 and I'm exhausted and ready to go to bed. Neil then proceeds to tell me that he wants to finish painting the ceiling of the bedroom before he goes to sleep. I look at him like he's crazy. I did help finish the trim (which only took fifteen minutes) before I went to sleep in the other room. Crazy kid. I do have to admit that the ceiling looks great and it's nice to have one room complete. Still. (For the record, he told me I shouldn't even do the trim and that I should just go to sleep and he didn't want to keep me up.)

Of course there is no controlling when Wolverine will make his/her appearance, but I have to say that I'm hoping he/she waits until June 16th or later (although I may be singing a different tune in a couple of weeks). My favorite midwife assistant is on vacation until the 16th and I'd really like for her to be present at the birth. We also have a lot of work to do on the house, so I'm more than happy to have a couple of extra weeks to get that in order before the birth because I know it will be a lost cause for at least a few months afterwards. Now I'm not saying I want to go weeks overdue, but a few days might be nice...