Until this week I could stand most food smells, but if I smelled them long enough to cook a meal I would be unable to actually eat the meal. I had no problem eating if someone else stood over the stove or when we’ve gone out to dinner. (Sounds too convenient to be true, I know.) This week however, when I cooked a large chicken dinner for my family, I found that I actually enjoyed eating it a short time later. Perhaps it is the weight that’s slowly being lifted off my shoulders, or maybe I’ve just actually reached that point in my pregnancy, but I’m beginning to feel pregnant-normal again.
Unfortunately, this amazing fatigue has not yet lifted. In fact, when I was pregnant with Jacob it never really did. Somehow I doubt that I’ll feel any less tired until we’ve finished packing the house, moved, and settled in again. (That should take somewhere around five months, right?) But, my husband’s second shift work schedule and my surprisingly cooperative toddler allow me to rest for at least a short time every afternoon. Rob’s schedule has just switched to a four ten-hour day workweek. This means that he’s home to help with Jacob and the physical labor of packing for three full days each week. This new schedule seems to be very agreeable to Jacob who enjoyed a "long weekend" of his Daddy’s attention and it couldn’t have happened at a better time in our lives!
The last two days of the week were spent actually installing the oil burner and accessories at the new house. Jacob spent the weekend enjoying the company of all four of his grandparents, as the six of us worked to complete the installation. And, as we spent time in the house (that will need so much more work in the months to come), Rob and I decided that yes, indeed, it could be home. We reached our decision in part because of Jacob, who delights in taking us by the hand and pointing out his new room and the smaller space that will soon belong to his beloved sibling. And, he reminds us, several times a day, that once we move, we’ve promised to begin looking for a puppy … to be aptly named "Buckabee" … Jacob’s first word.
So, this week, like the ones before it has flown by. I find myself feeling better about this pregnancy by the day. I’m not as worried about my diet and I’m anxiously awaiting that day when I’ll be able to detect my baby’s squirms. Now my concerns center on the upcoming move and how to keep my activities to a level that won’t harm the baby or me. I’ve appealed to family and friends who I know will make every attempt to help. So, we’ll wait and see. In the meantime the whole family -- all four of us --will work to ready ourselves for moving day.