Another Sunday in the works. I have mixed feelings about this particular day of the week. I’m not sure if its the pleasure of knowing its one more day before work, or the realization that the work week begins in just hours. Either way, Sundays make me feel weird.
I’m a first time blogger, so please bare with me as I completely let myself out there.
Currently relaxing on my couch with my husband. As I casually type away, I find myself laughing a little at the site of my stomach making motions as my fingers type away. You see, when I look down, I see my 36 week 5 day baby bump just hanging out. The constant swaying of my little human moving around is entertaining in itself. Also makes me wish I would have started this blog sooner so I could talk about my pregnancy and the details leading up to this point.
Sunday morning: COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE. Although its decaf (well because I’m pregnant) I still like to pretend it gives me energy. Pretend being the key word in that sentence because we all know theres is no such thing as energy in the last few weeks of pregnancy. Between the constant peeing every 10 minutes, not being able to get comfortable during the night (or any time of day), OH and my new favorite symptom- swollen ankles + feet. Pregnancy is glamorous. Thank you baby Jesus for coffee.
Sunday afternoon: 2 baby showers. Baby girl first-Then baby boy second. Eat, open gifts (ooh’s and awe’s), pictures, making memories, eat and repeat. Surrounded by friends, celebrating two special woman bringing children into the world, and lots of food. No complaints out of this mama-to-be.
I get home, kick off my heels (back to the whole swelling feet + ankles thing, this didn’t help) and immediately bounce on my yoga ball. My husband laughs at my pregnant ass just bouncing away on it. I’m hoping it secretly starts some sort of labor. Even if it doesn’t, I will continue to bounce my heart out on this giant, lime green ball.
Sunday night: Couch chillin’. I should probably prop up my feet up so the swelling goes down. This has been the only strange pregnancy symptom thus far. Minus the preterm contractions at 32 weeks, multiple hospital stays, OH and peeing myself thinking my water broke. Thats a story in itself, and I will gladly tell you all about that horrifying night in my next blog. For now, I will curl up to my husband, watch our little boy wiggle around my belly, and start mentally preparing myself for another work week.
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