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24 weeks

January 25, 2012

I think I need to get my head in the game here.  In roughly 4 months, I’ll have another baby living at my house.  My baby.  Needing a lot of attention and diapers and clothes and boobs and all of the things that newborns are so good at demanding. I might be the only one, or maybe this is the way it is for everyone, but I find that this pregnancy is going so fast that I cannot keep up.  I thought it felt weird  to flip the calendar to second trimester, and in a few weeks, I will welcome the third one. WHAT IS HAPPENING?  Time is this weird concept that is not realistically evolving for me lately.  Today I turn 24 weeks, and last night, we took this photo.

24 weeks

Isn’t he a good helper? Jude is getting used to the idea of a baby around, and he talks about her independently without my asking or urging which is so fun.  Still though, I feel like there is a lot to do.  I got together with some friends over the weekend, and we only see each other every few months, so I received a couple of little gifts for Norah.  There are tiny pink things!  And monogrammed things!  In my house!  And where to put them, I don’t know.

I know we have time to get the nursery done, but I also want it finished before I am in my last month because I am a control freak and want to help out with all of it and get things set up on my own before I am too large or incapacitated to do it all. This means I have something like 12 or so weeks to get it done which is tons of time until I think about the mountains of things that reside in the closet of the guest bedroom that will soon be a nursery.  And the furniture in there.  And the white walls that will leave soon.  And the furniture we need to purchase.  And everything else there is to do.  I thought nesting didn’t start until late in the game, but my cleaning and purging urges are out of control lately.  At 7:58am this past Monday, I was cleaning out my freezer and pantry.

And then there is the realization that this baby does have to come out.  Preferably from my vagina.  And I am 100% certain in my convictions, but old fears from the last round are creeping up this week, and it’s scary.

[Side note: it might be my faulty memory, but I am fairly sure at this point in my first pregnancy I was in prenatal yoga and reading lots of parenting books and looking at a crib that already stood assembled in my house and feeling serene and confident in my ability to birth and completely ready for a new arrival.  My, how time changes things.]

This post seems worthless and sort of a rant, but it feels good to write things down, no?  Now off to get busy.  I’ve got some cleaning to do.

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  1. January 25, 2012 4:28 pm

    It’s really interesting for me to read about your 2nd pregnancy as I doubt I’ll have one (somehow I think Greyson will be it for me), but it puts me in a state of mind to think of how I would feel and what I would do differently if I did head down this road.

    I hope things go smoothly for you from the nursery to the birth. Wishing you peace, my dear!

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