Sunday, January 28, 2007
Careful, or I will break…
I have been trying to improve. In the past few days, in no particular order, I’ve made pasta, fried rice, pancakes, sandwiches, and even special fish for the kiddo. I’m pretty happy with that. I have really lowered my cooking standards… But still – something’s better than nothing, right?
On another note…
I’m now a virtual prisoner in my own house. The snow on the roads has convinced my husband that I should not go anywhere near a car, and my parents have decided that me going all the way to their humble abode is too far and too stressful – thus I should stay here, safe, inside, howling from complete boredom. And bye-bye secret project… The vibe around here is that I’m made from some kind of breath-thin china, and could fall over and break anytime.
No, I’m not complaining… I do appreciate the concern. But I find it ironic, though. Because I feel better now than I did in early pregnancy when some people around me kept forgetting that I’m pregnant in the first place. Yes, I’m big, clumsy, and baby has a knack for kicking in all the wrong places. But that’s nothing compared to the never-ending nausea of the first six months. Even though I still get pangs of morning sickness, and I don’t have a normal appetite (which didn’t prevent me from gaining something like 40 pounds, oh my….) it’s all so much more manageable now. If this was all there is to pregnancy, I’d be making babies every year… (kidding, kidding…)
But despite this overwhelming panic that hits everyone when I try to lift a tissue paper from the floor, for the first time in ages I actually feel like I need to do things. I can’t take it easy! I have to buy those giant boxes to finally put all those toys away… And scrub those mysterious stains under the kitchen sink… And attempt to potty train my kiddo (don’t even ask…) My mind keeps telling me that the room upstairs needs to be painted, the bassinet needs to be readjusted, and old clothes need to be sorted. The list is endless, and it all has to be done now, now, NOW…
YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!
Nesting instinct, anybody?
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I felt fabulous during my second trimester. By the time I was getting to the end, I couldn't even tie my own shoes. I was retaining water like a dam and felt like a beached whale, washed up on my couch. I waddled around the block about twenty times a day, read tons of parenting books and never missed an episode of "A Baby Story" on TLC. It was an exciting, but very frustrating time.
I'm glad you're feeling good! That nesting instinct sure comes in handy - you get so much done, you HAVE to.
Hang in there! I have heard other moms-to-be describe the "nesting instinct", and I really hope it happens to me one day. Maybe it will be the thing that transforms me into a neat, organized person! Because lord knows, that is not the case right now...
Leslie: I really do feel like a whale... But so much better than before, I can't even put it in adequate words... The nesting instinct is very selective though. It can ignore a big pile of mess in the laundary room, but then if I see a strange spot on the floor I just have to scrub it... weird, eh?
Kelley: I wish it transformed me too! But no... I'm just selectively picky and annoyingly irritated. And I feel more disorganized than ever!