23 weeks, and I have a bookshelf
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thanateA whole wall of bookshelf, in fact, with cedar and an entire box of self-tapping wood screws, and enough character for a night of vaudeville. And more shelf-space than all the mass market and standard kid's sized paperbacks in the house. There would be pictures, only for some reason my computer has decided to ignore my camera card, so that needs to be sorted out first.
So, we're more than half over, and I'm getting to the point where it's fairly obvious that there's a baby in there no matter what I'm wearing. I'm still good for balance, but up and down is getting a little harder (though that may be somewhat influenced by building this bookshelf all week.) Intermittent desiring of ALL THE FOOD, but also some days where I eat a bunch early & then just leave off being hungry after midafternoon; this makes meal planning a little more difficult. Still wanting more sleep than usual, but also going back to some insomnia, and an occasional tendency to wake up at 1:30 or something and be far too warm for covers. Very odd.
Pregnancy & a sore back are almost stereotypical together, and I have been intermittently sore (though as much in my hips as my back) but not at all in the way I'd always assumed was meant. This may change in another month or two, but so far it's mostly that I'll sit at an angle that's worked for the last twenty years, and then find when I go to get up that there wasn't enough back support with the extra weight pressing down on my spine, and it hurts a great deal to unkink. Sudden hip pains are semi-frequent, though so far they tend to go away again overnight; it's a slightly different distribution, but not unlike the sorts of soreness one picks up doing archaeological field work. I miss rock climbing (wouldn't fit in my harness even if they'd be legally allowed to let me climb) but have been doing some yoga-style stretches, which helps.
As of *today* (three weeks beyond the "normal" window) I've definitively identified feeling the kid move; it's sort of like the internal pressure equivalent of hearing a radiator clunk in the next room of an old building. Having identified it, I can say I have felt her before, but it started out a bit hard to distinguish what was kid motion & what was just my insides. And then I had a sudden moment where I had to pee, and there was this person inside me who I couldn't put down to go do that. Probably my just deserts for reminding co-workers that God was watching over them when they went off to find a little privacy in the field... Anyway, I got over that. But it's still weird.
Writing a little, quite slowly. Recharge rates on all serious activities are about doubled, and there's a lot of sitting down and contemplating the mental list of things to be done, followed by getting up and forgetting most or all of them. This is not inconsistent with normal states of tired or burnt-out, and as the existence of kid becomes more obvious, it gets a bit easier not to feel like I'm just being useless for no particular reason. (As I mentioned to grauwulf the other day, I do not *usually* live up to my own expectations of productivity, so sometimes it's a little hard to tell what's actually reasonable.)
Um... low-rise maternity pants were useful for about a month, but at this point I need to find-or-make some more of the kind with the giant spandex stomach-covering bit, because the low rise sort slip down annoyingly. Knit shirts still work fine, and actually nearly all of my jackets & vests still zip in the front, but it's pretty clear that some of them are about to go back in the closet for a while. I've resigned from my first volunteer thing (sigh) but probably still have to go in tomorrow, since I haven't heard back about that yet. And I'm still doing the one that involves getting up at stupid-o'clock in the morning, so I should probably stop trying to think of other notes-to-self to type up and go to bed.
So, we're more than half over, and I'm getting to the point where it's fairly obvious that there's a baby in there no matter what I'm wearing. I'm still good for balance, but up and down is getting a little harder (though that may be somewhat influenced by building this bookshelf all week.) Intermittent desiring of ALL THE FOOD, but also some days where I eat a bunch early & then just leave off being hungry after midafternoon; this makes meal planning a little more difficult. Still wanting more sleep than usual, but also going back to some insomnia, and an occasional tendency to wake up at 1:30 or something and be far too warm for covers. Very odd.
Pregnancy & a sore back are almost stereotypical together, and I have been intermittently sore (though as much in my hips as my back) but not at all in the way I'd always assumed was meant. This may change in another month or two, but so far it's mostly that I'll sit at an angle that's worked for the last twenty years, and then find when I go to get up that there wasn't enough back support with the extra weight pressing down on my spine, and it hurts a great deal to unkink. Sudden hip pains are semi-frequent, though so far they tend to go away again overnight; it's a slightly different distribution, but not unlike the sorts of soreness one picks up doing archaeological field work. I miss rock climbing (wouldn't fit in my harness even if they'd be legally allowed to let me climb) but have been doing some yoga-style stretches, which helps.
As of *today* (three weeks beyond the "normal" window) I've definitively identified feeling the kid move; it's sort of like the internal pressure equivalent of hearing a radiator clunk in the next room of an old building. Having identified it, I can say I have felt her before, but it started out a bit hard to distinguish what was kid motion & what was just my insides. And then I had a sudden moment where I had to pee, and there was this person inside me who I couldn't put down to go do that. Probably my just deserts for reminding co-workers that God was watching over them when they went off to find a little privacy in the field... Anyway, I got over that. But it's still weird.
Writing a little, quite slowly. Recharge rates on all serious activities are about doubled, and there's a lot of sitting down and contemplating the mental list of things to be done, followed by getting up and forgetting most or all of them. This is not inconsistent with normal states of tired or burnt-out, and as the existence of kid becomes more obvious, it gets a bit easier not to feel like I'm just being useless for no particular reason. (As I mentioned to grauwulf the other day, I do not *usually* live up to my own expectations of productivity, so sometimes it's a little hard to tell what's actually reasonable.)
Um... low-rise maternity pants were useful for about a month, but at this point I need to find-or-make some more of the kind with the giant spandex stomach-covering bit, because the low rise sort slip down annoyingly. Knit shirts still work fine, and actually nearly all of my jackets & vests still zip in the front, but it's pretty clear that some of them are about to go back in the closet for a while. I've resigned from my first volunteer thing (sigh) but probably still have to go in tomorrow, since I haven't heard back about that yet. And I'm still doing the one that involves getting up at stupid-o'clock in the morning, so I should probably stop trying to think of other notes-to-self to type up and go to bed.
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