Have I mentioned that I’m pregnant? 31 weeks today. I’m starting to see the end of the road. I’m not freaking-out ready yet, but I am ready. I know having him in is easier than having him out, but a new set of challenges is in order. One that involves fewer ways in which my body feels alien to me.
I’ve always been a hot-weather (although not necessarily sunshine) kind of girl. I hate to be cold. Or, should I say, hated? I can only imagine that in an abstract way right now. I seem to be carrying a little furnace around with me. Day after day it’s been in the 90s here, with no end in sight. Our one little window unit and our ceiling fan are absolutely no match for it. I’ve never greeted a 10-day weather forecast with something like despair until now.
Combine this with near-daily sudden nosebleeds and my inability to move with anything like grace or ease and I’m ready for some midnight feedings if it means I can start reclaiming my body. I already can’t sleep, so it’s not like I’ll miss that.
I know it’s annoying to post so infrequently and then to show up with an entry full of complaints.
We’re doing well-ish on getting the apartment ready. The paint strippers are finally gone back to whatever alternate universe from whence they came. They clearly measure time in a different way there, but they can really strip wood. There’s still plenty of gear we need, but I figure grandpa Cosmo slept in a shoebox when he was born so our kid is already ahead. The shoe box thing is true. He was a 4-pounder born almost 100 years ago. He was baptized the day he was born, as no one expected him to make it to the traditional Catholic ceremony a few weeks later. He wound up being the only one of my grandparents to make it past his early 60s. He was also tall and handsome, so we’re hoping to get a big scoop out of his particular gene pool.
jaysaint 