8 months and Rita
The big event of the last few weeks here in Houston was hurricane Rita. Yes, Tony and I evacuated. No, there was no damage to our house. We didn't even lose power. We flew to Nashville on Wednesday night, hung out at his parents' and grandparents' houses Thursday through Saturday, and flew out of Indianapolis on Sunday. Therefore, we were never in the horrible traffic jams or the crazy lines at the airport. Overall our evacuation was probably the quickest and cheapest of anybody in Texas. We evacuated because we weren't going to be able to get to and from work for Thursday and Friday anyway. Also, if we had lost electricity, I couldn't stand the idea of being this pregnant without air conditioning in Houston.
This pregnancy hit 32 weeks yesterday. I can hardly believe that I only have 8 more weeks of being pregnant. Preparations for this kid are finally getting started. After two baby showers, Maggie has enough clothes to last her through puberty if only she would stay in the 3-6 months size range. Nearly all of the tiny new outfits have been washed and are hung up in her closet awaiting her arrival. We still have no furniture in the nursery, but we have many gift cards which will be used to buy furniture.
My buddy Catherine gave me the car seat that her last child used. The trouble with this car seat was that it was in Clarksville, TN and I live in Houston. So she brought it to my mother-in-law's house for the first shower. My mother-in-law brought it to Indiana. And I flew it to Houston with me on Sunday. I got lots of weird looks and even concerned questions about the fact that I was carrying an empty baby seat. Then the people would see my stomach and look even more confused. But the well traveled car seat is now at our house, and that's one less thing we need to buy for this baby.
Life is starting to get more uncomfortable by the day. Eventually, I will get so uncomfortable that the horrendous pain of labor will be preferred to being pregnant any longer. Isn't that a cheerful thought? If you don't want to read the bitching and moaning about how I feel, skip to the next paragraph. First of all, my ribs ache all the time. There are tiny feet or a head or something constantly shoved into my rib cage. My feet and ankles swell up a lot, especially on planes. I'm simultaneously hungry and have a stomach ache most of the day. I'm tired most of the time. My back and feet hurt. And to top it all off, I look funny. It doesn't matter how many times my dear husband tells me I look beautiful and that I look like a pregnant lady is supposed to. I can look in the mirror, and I look funny.
Ok enough whining, the bright side is there are all kinds of symptoms that I have not yet suffered. There is a possiblilty of me experiencing insomnia, heartburn, hemroids, false labor, etc., etc. in the next eight weeks. So overall a little swelling and achiness aren't that bad. I've got a check up tomorrow, and I'll post new belly pictures soon.
This pregnancy hit 32 weeks yesterday. I can hardly believe that I only have 8 more weeks of being pregnant. Preparations for this kid are finally getting started. After two baby showers, Maggie has enough clothes to last her through puberty if only she would stay in the 3-6 months size range. Nearly all of the tiny new outfits have been washed and are hung up in her closet awaiting her arrival. We still have no furniture in the nursery, but we have many gift cards which will be used to buy furniture.
My buddy Catherine gave me the car seat that her last child used. The trouble with this car seat was that it was in Clarksville, TN and I live in Houston. So she brought it to my mother-in-law's house for the first shower. My mother-in-law brought it to Indiana. And I flew it to Houston with me on Sunday. I got lots of weird looks and even concerned questions about the fact that I was carrying an empty baby seat. Then the people would see my stomach and look even more confused. But the well traveled car seat is now at our house, and that's one less thing we need to buy for this baby.
Life is starting to get more uncomfortable by the day. Eventually, I will get so uncomfortable that the horrendous pain of labor will be preferred to being pregnant any longer. Isn't that a cheerful thought? If you don't want to read the bitching and moaning about how I feel, skip to the next paragraph. First of all, my ribs ache all the time. There are tiny feet or a head or something constantly shoved into my rib cage. My feet and ankles swell up a lot, especially on planes. I'm simultaneously hungry and have a stomach ache most of the day. I'm tired most of the time. My back and feet hurt. And to top it all off, I look funny. It doesn't matter how many times my dear husband tells me I look beautiful and that I look like a pregnant lady is supposed to. I can look in the mirror, and I look funny.
Ok enough whining, the bright side is there are all kinds of symptoms that I have not yet suffered. There is a possiblilty of me experiencing insomnia, heartburn, hemroids, false labor, etc., etc. in the next eight weeks. So overall a little swelling and achiness aren't that bad. I've got a check up tomorrow, and I'll post new belly pictures soon.
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