Every weekend since we got back from Key West seems to have been filled with house stuff. We’ve replaced things, fixed things, and even painted things. Of course, amidst all of this, we still haven’t finished the baby’s room! Still, we lose the father-in-law’s help come September, so it’s a mad rush to get everything done before then. The biggest projects we’ve got looming are painting the house and replacing the windows. We ordered the windows, but they won’t be here for another week or two yet. We’ll likely spend next weekend painting the house.
The husband and father-in-law are currently outside replacing the deck stairs. I had warned everyone that they needed it, as steps are always the first thing to go! No one listened until one of the steps nearly came out from under me. Once that happened, it was a rush to get everything secured. I’m glad everyone wants me to be safe, but I wish that they had listened to me in the first place.
I’m officially in my third trimester. Our doctor’s appointment last Thursday marked the change from once a month to every two weeks. It’s sort of hard to fathom that so much time has passed since we found out in March. Where did the time go? It’s nearly Fall and almost all of the schools down here are back in session. Yikes! We are going to see the daycare this week on Thursday, too.
My symptoms haven’t been that bad, though my ass is growing at an alarming rate now. I’m still trying to be careful with what I’m eating, but my appetite can’t always be denied. I’ve never felt a hunger like this before! To make matters worse, husband is adamant about me not starving the baby, so he’s always trying to feed me. I know I shouldn’t complain, but I really do not want to gain all the weight back I just lost. I’m almost up 20 pounds now and I’ve just entered the trimester where you’re set to gain the most!
All the baby shower stuff is set up, for the most part. I’m not directly involved in any of the planning and I’m extremely grateful for the thought and effort those who are have put into them… but I can’t help but feel sick and anxious about it. I’m never good at these things. I’m always afraid. I was never a very popular kid and while I did have some birthday parties, all of that stopped once I became a teenager. I’m plagued with thoughts of “what if no one wants to come” and “what if people don’t want to buy me things.” Never mind the fact that I hate expecting people to get me stuff. It’s my baby and I should be responsible for it. I’m grateful for any help people want to provide, but I don’t want anyone feeling obligated!
I haven’t voiced any of these aloud, as I feel like an idiot. I don’t really want to do the ‘woe is me’ thing. Whatever happens, happens, I guess. I’ll roll with it. It’s all that I can really do.
And now, for more bump pictures… because holy crap is it growing!