I’m officially 26 weeks along. So either I’m in the first week my third trimester, or the last week of my second trimester. I don’t remember which one week 26 falls into. Either way, things are going to start to be terrible, really terrible. The swelling, the can’t-sleep-no-matter-what-side-I-lay-on, being too fat to be able to put on my own shoes, the backaches and body aches, shall I continue? And then when the baby comes, I’ll get my body back to myself mostly, but I’ll be a slave to a new born. My world will revolve around that tiny wrinkled little pink thing. Everything else, will go to pot. My house, my laundry, my schedule,(my body and workout routine went to pot loooooong ago) and this is the first time I’ll have a blog and a new born so I don’t know what’s going to happen as far as posting goes.
And so I am in nesting mode. I’m trying to get everything set up and cleaned up before the baby comes. So far I’ve deep cleaned my kitchen, my boys bedroom, my laundry room…and every week I throw away 2 extra bags of trash. Oh it feels so good to de-clutter. But then I remember that it’s summertime, and this is the time of year when it’s actually fun to be outside.
I’ve talked before about how I kind of live in a small city, kind of live in the country. Well you see, in the winter, I live in the city. I live in my home, get in my car, and drive my children to school, the store, the library. Everything is very much in doors. In Northeast Ohio, it’s cold and drab and going outside is not tempting.
In the summer…
After the trees fill their branches with leaves, I find that I live in the country, though as far as I know my house is located in the same place. But our lives change. My kids are out helping papa with his garden, we point and look at all the farm animals and their babies that live all through out the county as we drive. At night, my husband and I porch sit, staying up long past the fireflies have finished their night dances talking about our day. Friends also generously bestow gifts of the warmer seasons. Duck eggs, chicken eggs, and soon fresh vegetables from the many gardens that grow in backyards.
Bluegrass and country music play in the car while I drive past fields being plowed, planted, and sprayed. It isn’t unusual to get stuck behind a big piece of farm machinery traveling from one field to the next. Every day of the week there is a different farmers market open at a different location with local honey and home grown produce.
Life is just as busy as ever, but that extra sunshine makes so much difference. I put my phone down, and sit outside with my littles. It’s like free therapy just listening to the wind, and watching the ants crawl. People need to spend more time outside, I need to spend more time outside.
Enough poetic blabbing about summer….back to reality. I’m very pregnant and getting bigger everyday. I put 8 lbs on between my last doctors visits (that’s 2 lbs a week). That ever pressing battle of finding balance between work and play has been intensified by the new arrival that will be here before I’m ready.
Which brings me to the most exciting news to share. We found out what we’re having. People always like to ask if we’re going to find out. I respect people who choose not to find out the gender of their baby, but I don’t understand. Personally, I don’t want a surprise, I have plenty of those in my life. I would like to have everything planned and ready for what’s coming as much as possible. So with out further ado…
I ran out of time and didn’t take the reveal picture yet. Stay tuned you all. I’m going to have a special post just to announce the baby’s gender. Check tomorrow, I’m going to try REALLY hard to have it ready, no promises though.