19 weeks now, and every small task seems daunting. I’m tired.
The survival instincts are primal, and it’s impossible not to listen to the body’s needs. When I’m hungry, the stomach gnaws away, the body tenses, the mind focuses on nothing else. When I’m thirsty, it feels like the skin is shriveling away from the flesh. When I’m tired, the bones ache, the eyes burn, my patience with small-talk and niceties disappears.
Pee… All the time.
We have our ultrasound on Thursday, and yes we will be peeking at the baby’s sex. People feel very strongly about whether or not you should be “surprised” at birth, and it’s a little annoying to have to justify my decision. I know this is only the beginning of the “You shoulds” and all the other unsolicited advice that goes along with pregnancy and child-rearing. For those people who say, “It’s the one true surprise in life,” I have this to say: Life is a surprise. Every moment is a surprise. Tay and I will be just as surprised this Thursday as we would on January 27th (or somewhere thereabouts). And I’ll be better prepared to pick out my fabrics for my next sewing project. But for those of you who do want to be surprised, I won’t post the results here. You’ll have to email me, or leave me a comment with your email address, if you want to know along with us.
I got this book from the fabulous Amy Butler, Little Stitches for Little Ones, and the projects are adorable. First up, I think, is the Snuggie Wrap Blanket, which is basically a hooded, fleece-lined quilt that wraps around the baby and has a little wrap tie. So cute.
I’m almost finished with the quilt. I must be the slowest hand-stitcher in the world, and you just can’t rush a good slip-stitch apparently, so I’m just plodding along. Tay used to make fun of me for taking a quilting class. “You’re not an old lady yet, you know,” he used to say. Now he says, “Will you make me one?”
I’ve started packing workout clothes in the car when I leave the house in the morning. Paso has been so hot, so when I escape to the coast or to San Luis Obispo for work, I extend my stay as long as possible by walking along the beach or going for a hike. Just until it’s cool enough to come home.
There is space for yoga as well. It’s been a while since I’ve committed to my full practice, but I do make sure I get some form of practice in every day, even if it’s just 3 A’s, 3 B’s, and standing followed by seated meditation. I’m still attending my once-weekly prenatal class, which I really am enjoying.
Oh, and of course I am still growing. I’m just at that point where people can tell that I’m pregnant by looking at me. Here comes all the belly rubs from strangers.