Spent most of today just hanging with the hubby. After a morning’s slow start, I realized we probably won’t get too many more of these (mostly) lazy days….
It’s nice and cold and I’m loving it. My little guy keeps my internal temperature burning, so it’s nice to feel cold.
Things are ok. 3 weeks from the freedom of maternity leave, trying to stay out of the way of the second worst boss I ever had, who couldn’t manage her way out of a paper bag.
Lost fingers in my fingertips, and couldn’t sleep most of last week. These weekends are really important to me, give me the ability to feel human again.
I know I want the next kid as soon as possible after our son, due to my age. But I also think I need a few months to let my body recover, and just feel a little bit like my old self again. Even to just weightlift, and sleep on my stomach. And like food. I really, really, really miss just eating normal food and enjoying it.
So we’ll see. If I feel like the way I feel just being pregnant with my little guy, I think I want to fill our lives with as many kids as we can afford, before I get too old to do so. Even if mother nature wrecks havoc on my own systems. I have a feeling it will be worth it.
And my hubby is a supportive sweetie. I wouldn’t be surviving this without him. The work hours have been brutal, but under it all, I know he cares about our son as much as I do.
In the meantime, 6.5 weeks and counting. I can’t believe it – feels like forever and a second since the first day we knew we were pregnant. I can’t imagine what the remaining weeks will feel like.