This pregnancy has gone by fairly quickly for the most part, at least weeks 20-30 went quick, but today I woke up and found no motivation to accomplish anything. I made up my mind that I was okay if I didn't get out of my pjs all day. I certainly had no care in the world to clean the house or touch the laundry. It kind of feels like time has stopped moving...it is going to be a long 4 weeks. Prior to hitting my wall I was the nesting queen. I suppose I burned myself out. My poor bladder can't take much more. I spend a crazy amount of time in the bathroom, and I won't be surprised if I end up peeing my pants at some point. I definitely have the prego waddle going on and I know my belly looks like it is going to explode. There are a few ladies that work at the YMCA with me that feel the need to remind me on a daily basis just how large and in charge I am. Thankfully I have a few good friends who lie to me and tell me my belly looks cute and small:). I have been able to keep teaching my classes at the gym and hope to teach up until this baby comes out. I am tired whether or not I exercise so I figure I better keep moving or I may park my rear on the couch and never move again. Although I can still do kickboxing, step, and cycling I can't walk or run without bringing on a spell of contractions.
Despite all the aches and pains my body is experiencing I am so grateful for this little boy growing inside of me. I love feeling him move around and I am getting so anxious to see and hold him for the first time. I am curious if he will look just like his sisters or if he will have his own look. And I can't wait to use all the cute little boy clothes I have been given as gifts or hand-me-downs. I have loved the girl world, but am looking forward to experiencing life with a little boy too. I feel super blessed for having such a sweet little family.
We are still undecided about what our little guy will be named. Most the names I have come up with have been shot down by Nate. We do have a couple that we both like so we shall see what the final verdict is. We seem to like to wait until we see the baby to make up our minds. I have to admit that boy names are much harder to come up with.
I did have a sleepless night with my Sadie bug the other day. She finally went down at 4:30am and Cambri woke up at 8am...I sure hope that baby brother is a good sleeper cause I am too old for that stuff.
Let the countdown begin!!!
3 comments:
Oh Megan, you are at the bitter end---hang in there! Thinking of the day my older children were born always helps me get through those last difficult weeks.
Good luck naming him! Ryan is just like Nate--shooting down all the boy names I would suggest. He is much pickier about what his boys are named than he was with Madelyn.
Hang in there--you are still so amazing---At that point in my pregnancy I'm absolutely sure that if I did a kickboxing class I would have peed my pants!! I think of you often and wish we were closer!! I also thought of you when I joined the YMCA last week and exercise is an outlet I need and love. I would totally love going to your classes!! Miss and Love you!!
Hi Megan,
It's been a while since I've read your blog and your little family is so cute.
I loved the post about your Mom. I feel lucky to have a few good memories about her...once I had to go to bowling league with my mom for some reason. While I was there your Mom braided my hair in a fishtail braid and I had never felt so beautiful. I think about her everytime I see a fishtail braid. Aren't small memories amazing how something that simple can have such a huge impact on your life?
Hang in there! I hope I look half as awesome as you when I am pregnant one day. xoxo
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