Hello November.
As I was gazing out my open bedroom window this morning, at the grey skies, and snow dusted mountains, and feeling the fall crispness finally settling in the air to stay, I couldn't help wondering, what will November bring us? A baby? I hope so.
Things are slowing down. Our schedule is slowing down, albeit not a ton, but enough to be noticeable. Swimming lessons are over. All the "big events" I was involved in during October are over.
Thanksgiving is still in the works, I suppose, but we are happily planning a quiet, small endeavor at our house, with just our own little family. I refuse to travel that close to my due date, so going up to Hooper with my family, or going down to St. George with Aaron's family isn't in the cards. I thought I would be disappointed, I'm typically all about big events, the bigger the better in fact; but I'm actually relieved, and really looking forward to a relaxing day alone with my husband and kids, without all the hubbub and chaos of preparing and cleaning up after a huge meal. We'll all sleep better in our own beds anyways, and heaven knows, we could all use a little bit more sleep around here while we can get it.
My body is starting to force me to slow down. This is actually a really frustrating aspect of pregnancy for me. I like to be doing. I have always been a higher energy person and I can't stand to not be doing something productive. The need to stop and take breaks more frequently gets on my nerves. Especially because my brain doesn't seem to slow down at all. It's constantly going over all the things I'd rather be doing than resting. Up until this point I've been able to push past it to some degree, mind over matter I guess. But, the more pregnant I get the more my body retaliates if I push too hard. And I find that although I hate it, slowing down is necessary, and for the best. Hence the reason I am happy that Thanksgiving will be low-key. Knowing myself, if we were going to a big family event, I'd push too hard, I'd try to do everything I would do if I were a normal human, and then I'd pay for it in the following days when Ruby will likely be making her appearance.
I'm starting to have all your typical pregnancy gripes, aches, pains, and whatnot. Topped with a little bit of my gallbladder acting up. But I still feel much, much better than I did at this point in my pregnancy with Ollie. So, I really can't complain. No one likes to hear people complain about their health issues anyways. Everyone knows pregnancy is uncomfortable and unfun. Let's focus on something else.
I have been trying really hard to focus on positive things. I'm finding that positive mental thinking is easier for me when I get up in the morning and get ready for the day, as opposed to staying in my jogging pants and sweat shirt. If I look ready for the day, I can trick my body into thinking it's ready for the day too. The shirt and cardigan I'm wearing in this picture are two of my favorite tops that I paired together for the first time. I like how the outfit turned out, especially with the boots. :) And the good news is, neither top is a maternity top, so I should be able to wear them when I'm not pregnant. AND the shirt will be really conducive to nursing, and long as I wear a half-tee undershirt underneath. Score!
Yes. I am at that point where you stop wondering what to wear for pregnancy, and start trying to figure out what you're going to wear post-pregnancy when you are in the nursing-and-not-fitting-into-the-maternity-clothes-but-still-not-back-down-to-normal-clothes stage. Oh the joys of being a woman! Do they ever end? :) I submit that they do not!
By the way...daylight savings...If I could go back in time and change one thing in the past, I would go have a serious heart to heart with Benjamin, and convince him that his ideas was stupid, and that mothers everywhere, throughout all time, would be eternally grateful if he's just keep that one to himself. For the love. We are...... still......dragging......butt......over.....here. Every day feels like an eternity. And sleep schedules and meal schedules and internal clocks are whacked out, our pets' heads are falling off (ok not really), and my kids are cranky, and I am cranky. Soooo not worth whatever "extra" sleep I am supposedly getting.
Random: Do you ever wish you could add an extra 'o' onto the end of 'soo' for emphasis, similar to the way we add an extra 'o' onto the word 'too'? I feel like they are used similarly, like 'soo' is different than 'so'. Right? There's a difference between saying "We were out of milk, so I went to the store." and "I am soo tired because my children are nocturnal." Think about it, you'll agree with me, and then we can start a movement. If people can butcher the English language by saying 'totes' instead of totally, then we can totes use the word soo for emphasis. :)
And now I'm rambling. This is what happens when your husband abandons you for the third night in a row, and you've spent your entire day with children. Loopy....
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