It’s been a while. I keep meaning to take another belly photo, but it’s hard to take a decent shot of myself, and I never remember when Tay is actually around…
I’m growing, of course. I’m finally at the point where people can walk up to me with confidence and say, “Oh, you’re pregnant!” without worrying that they got it wrong and I just happen to have a big gut. I’m measuring about 2 cm behind “normal” but the doctor seems pleased with everything else, so that’s good.
Baby A is extremely active, and while I have no other pregnancies to compare it to, I have a feeling this little one may be a little more active than normal as the doctor comments every month when she tries to get a heartbeat and the ultrasound technician said the same thing… “You’ve got a wiggly one, there!”
I’m starting to feel the need to nest in a big big way. I found the dresser and the changing table combo I want for the baby, and of course I want it all NOW so I can get it set up and feel more prepared… Especially since once November hits, things are about to get very busy.
I’m feeling good physically, just tired. Emotionally, things have been up and down. I’m going through some rough spots with a couple of friendships, and it’s effecting me perhaps a little more deeply than it would normally. Hormones? Lack of sleep? Stress? Who knows.
Business has been really slow. Even though we really haven’t been hit by the stock market crash around here, the media is scaring the pants off of everyone, so everything has come to a dead standstill in the wine sales world. I’ve approached all my chef connections to offer my services for banquets and events to make a little extra cash for the holidays and for the lean times when the baby is born, but they all look at my belly and say, “well, I could use you in December, but…” And I don’t need them to finish the sentence. I’ll be 8 months pregnant in December, and it’s tough to reach around and over guests with your belly in their face. So I have to find something else I can do…
With my yoga practice, I have all but ditched ashtanga. I miss it in a lot of ways, but I think what I miss most is the energy in a shala, and the strength and grace of my practice pre-pregnancy, and there’s no sense in grieving over those. They will return in their own time. I’m still finding my way to my mat several times a week, I usually stick to my sun sals and standing, and then branch off after that in to whatever is feeling right for me that day. My current favorites: malasana, baddha konasana, upavishta konasana, bharadvajasana, ustrasana, parighasana… poses where the belly gets some room and the hips and pelvis can open up a bit. I’ve been taking a few Yin classes, and while I don’t think Yin is something I will regularly choose over ashtanga, it is giving me more of a pathway to the internal. And I think I will be able to find this pathway more clearly in my ashtanga practice as well, now that I know how to access it.
I’m just finishing my second quilt. It’s pieced and batted, and now I’m working on the quilting itself. This quilting pattern is much more involved than my last one, so it’s going to take me quite a while. In the meantime, I’m getting started on another one, because I’d like to finish at least one more before the holidays and the baby come.
I’m asking for a sewing machine for Christmas. I found the machine I want. It’s not my “dream” sewing machine, but it’s pretty close. In the right price range, offers most of the features I want, and will last forever. It’s an Elna 2800, although the 2600 would be okay, too. The 2800 has an automatic needle threader, which is nice… but my eyesight is still pretty sharp, so it’s really not that necessary. I tested the 2800 at the quilt shop last week, and… let me just tell you… she purred for me. Then I went home to my Kenmore, and he clanked along. The difference was almost comical. My own Mr. BoJangles. Last week I tried to convince Taylor that I should get my Christmas sewing machine early. I thought my reasoning was pretty good… If I wait until Christmas morning, I only have about a month to make baby things before Baby A arrives. But if I get it now, I’ve got more than twice the time. “But your old sewing machine works fine, right?” he said. Oh. Yeah. Didn’t think of that argument. There was a flaw in my logic. Rats.