36 weeks today and it’s my birthday! HOORAH!!
This year has flown by, quite literally. And while I’m celebrating my own birthday today, my mind (and body) are preoccupied gearing up for a different birthday…little bean’s birthday…
Generally, I’m that person counting down to their birthday two months in advance, driving everyone crazy. I’m a leo, we like parties that revolve around ourselves! This year, things are different. Oh I’ve been counting down, but in a much less obvious way, mostly to James. The leo in me cannot stay completely quiet. It’s a much different kind of birthday…no celebrations with cocktails, no wine-tasting shenanigans…just…being pregnant. Very pregnant. And shopping for things like giant maxi pads and maxi pads for your nipples. Glamorous shiz. And I’m reflecting on so much lately in my life, things that were, things that will be. Last year, I turned 30, which was a big deal, and not quite as difficult as I’d imagined. I was hopeful for positive change and a new decade. With that new decade comes this little girl, and at 31, I feel like it’s the best time we could have chosen to bring her into the world. I feel like I’m in a positive place right now. Sure, there’s obstacles, we’re worried about finances, but in general, life is good. And I’m spending my birthday in a happy mood thinking about great changes to come!
At 36 weeks though, life is rough, physically…and at this point, I’m hesitant to say much, because it always seems the “pregnancy police” are lurking, you know, basically everyone with an opinion on how you’re pregnancy should or shouldn’t be…but to be honest, I hurt, in places I never knew I could hurt. Walking/moving is a challenge, sleeping sucks ass, sneezing feels like I might explode…but I love this baby, even with her incessant kicks to the ribs and fist-pumping of the cervix…
|Cardigan: Billabong via PacSun
Leggings: Motherhood Maternity
Necklace: Can’t remember…AT ALL.
Getting dressed is a challenge, since nothing is really fitting anymore, same old story, I’m not buying new maternity clothes. So while on past birthdays, dressing and looking cute was priority, this year, leggings and my most comfy cardigan won out…instead of painting my fingernails a happy, fun birthday color, last week’s chipped manicure won out…instead of the painted toenails I planned on last night, stained nails from the color I took off last week won out…I just can’t. Usually, sitting on the couch…wins out…I still manage to put on makeup and blowdry my hair, even if most days I have to sit to do so. And it’s cold right now, and when I say “cold,” I mean it’s a high of like 70 and in Michigan, after a summer of 80s and 90s, it feels cold.
I’ve not yet reached the point where I can say, “I’m ready for this to be over.” But this pain is getting me closer to that point. And yesterday, I was excited about the return of regular jeans!
Happy 36 weeks to me…4 weeks (maybe, possibly) left on this crazy journey….and I’m celebrating my birthday with little bean in tow. Oh, and since it’s tradition at work to bring a birthday treat, I made “slutty brownies.” Or what I like to call cookie/oreo/brownie delight….Amazing. Cookie dough layer, oreo layer, brownie layer…google it, make it…bask in the heavenly glory.
|My infamous singing hat from last year. My cats are TERRIFIED of this thing.|