The baby has continued trying to create an escape hatch by removing a rib or two, but has otherwise been pretty quiet. I’ve tried to be “good” about my sugar intake. After last week’s birthday cake I’ve tried to stay away from most sweets. My mother hasn’t helped my efforts, as she seemingly chose this year to bake like Betty Crocker. The little bit I did nibble on was delicious.
My most recent pregnancy-related problem is that I’m growing out of my clothes. I remember that I’d borrowed a friend’s maternity clothes when I was pregnant with Jacob. Her clothese were one size larger than mine, so when mine grew tight I simply wore the borrowed wardrobe. Now that they’ve been returned, I’m having a bit of a problem. The baby protests when I wear my jeans. It seems that the front elastic meets the actual denim at just the point that the little hands or feet are resting. I can’t really justify purchasing anything new, as Rob’s assured me that there will be no more kids after this. (Of course I’ll hold out hope on that front regardless … long-desired “mistakes” might someday happen, right?) But, that being said I’d rather spend a clothing budget on clothes for Jacob or on things I can wear in the spring when I’m somewhat closer to my actual size. So, I guess I’m just complaining because the computer can’t talk back.
I don’t know exactly what I’ll do with myself for the next few weeks. I’m now overly excited to meet our new little one and am beginning to feel that familiar “I’m done” feeling. Of course, I’d rather await the birth anxiously than cause the baby to struggle through a premature birth, but now I’m truly excited about the events to come.