We managed to get the crib in its designated spot in the bedroom, and it actually worked! It’s not obtrusive, I can still get in an out of bed, and Baby will be close by in the middle of the night. Win!
I also washed practically everything we’ve purchased so far for Baby and dumped it all into the crib. I want to get some shelf bins for our new short bookcase so I can organize his clothes into newborn, 0-3mos, 3-6mos, and 6-9mos so I can just grab something out of the appropriate bin for him to wear. Less opportunity for confusion, the better.
Our class is once a week on Thursdays, for four weeks. Our second class is tonight.
Our instructor is so nice! She has the same philosophy about birth that I do (more or less) so I don’t feel like I’m at odds with her, and she explains everything very clearly and reassuringly. There are some total characters in the class (dude with bluetooth headset and minus two front teeth? CHECK!) but overall everyone seems very nice. The class doesn’t adhere to a specific technique (Bradley, Lamaze, etc.) but is more of a general “birth education” class that teaches you about the birth process and ways to cope with it, plus ways for your partner to help out. I like it.
FEET. Oh man. My feet keep swelling up and it is SO ANNOYING. I do not enjoy having tree trunks for ankles and giant pillowy fat feet. Pretty much the only thing that makes it go away is sleeping with my feet elevated overnight, which is difficult to do in bed, so sometimes I’ll sleep on the couch with my feet up on the couch arm.
Sitting cross-legged tends to make it worse, and my left foot is almost always a bit worse than my right. I just hate the feeling of trying to wiggle my toes and realizing that the tops of my feet are so fat that they don’t want to let my toes move back toward me. Ugh.
MUSCLE FATIGUE. The last week has been really bizarre fatigue-wise. I had to take a break partway to my pedicure place on Sunday to let my muscles rest because all of them were shouting their displeasure at me. It was weird. My back, shins, quadriceps, everything that keeps me upright was NOT HAPPY. It was a bit better on the way home (I didn’t have to stop and rest) but it was bad again trying to get to work this week.
ITCHINESS. I have one stretch mark that is driving me nuts with the itchiness. Lotion helps a little but GRAHHGHGHH. I can’t ignore itching.
GENERAL MOVEMENT. Um, so it’s hard to put on socks now. I mean, even sitting down. Thank goodness my shoes are all slip-on style because there’s no way I’d be able to tie anything. I’ve given up on any kind of foot care and have taken to getting the occasional pedicure to keep things tidy, which seems to be working nicely.
I’m thinking about booking a portrait session with a photographer friend. I’m waffling about spending the money, but at the same time, Daniel and I do not have nearly enough photos of the two of us together, and I have next to none of me with a belly. I mean, normal human photos of me, not these documentary-style ones I’ve been posting on Flickr.
Basically, I think I’d be sad if I didn’t do it. I’m currently trying to think of cute outfits to wear so I look “cute pregnant” and not “dumpy pregnant” but it’s hard, haha.
It’s no longer a surprise! YAY! I am SO SO SO excited! We have a guest list and a location and a date (mid-March) and a FACEBOOK GROUP! And there will be deviled eggs and Martha Stewarty things and I totally cannot wait.