As I type this, my 7-year-old is in her bedroom with a friend, playing with Zhu Zhu pets (a.k.a. annoying chatty motorized hamsters). An hour ago, they were outside; he was teaching her to skateboard while I vacuumed out our car. A really nice--somewhat productive, somewhat relaxing--afternoon, I have to say.
It's a far cry from my pregnancy with LG. In some ways, much easier (thanks, I think, to the large age spread) and in others more complicated. If I drop something on the floor, LG is happy to pick it up for me. But if I want to go to bed at 7:00, well, I've still got a kid to tuck into bed.
I'm sad to see this pregnancy winding down. I spent the first trimester in a complete panic, certain that I wouldn't get past 12 weeks. And then it wasn't until about 20 that I actually settled in to thinking the boy's heart wasn't just going to stop beating (don't get me wrong, I'm still petrified of the possibility of stillbirth, but the likelihood of that happening seems much more remote than it did). So I've had very little time in which I've just enjoyed this experience for what it is. Overall, I feel really good, much better than I probably should, given the long list of complications at the top of my chart. A little heartburn. A lot tired. But otherwise? Not much going on.
As eager as I am to begin the mothering part of this experience, I'm really not ready to be not pregnant anymore. I spent too many years being not pregnant. And now, it seems I've got only ~12 weeks left...
Oh, I hear you. There's so little time to bask in the pregnancy when you spend at least half of it not wanting to get too attached to the baby-who-may-not-make-it. I was actually thrilled that my first son came nearly two weeks late, since I'd juuuust gotten around to enjoying the experience and was actually feeling for the first time as if I almost "passed," rather than feeling like a trauma survivor who might, just might, end up with a baby.
ReplyDeleteEvery once in awhile, I mourn the five weeks of pregnancy I lost with my second son, since he came early (and I still hold Elizabeth McCracken responsible, since I read her _An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination_ the day before I went into labor, and before ANYTHING was ready for his arrival). Great book, but if you haven't read it yet, wait until later.
Enjoy the rest of your pregnancy. Yes, there will always be new worries because this is just part of being a mom. You are doing great!
ReplyDeleteYay for 28 weeks. Time flies by I think when I'm on a blog hiatus, but it feels like yesterday that you were newly pregnant!
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