Monday, April 30, 2012

28 Weeks

I've entered my 3rd trimester.  I have all my appointments set up from here on out.  It's funny how my kids all have their own season.  Abs is Fall, Chü is spring, and #3 is smack dab in the middle of summer.  Thankfully, this is our last.  I'm not interested in having a winter baby just to even it all out.  This is our home-birth baby.  I'm excited and relieved to be able to have this one at home.  I've always wanted to have a home birth, but I guess I just wasn't completely comfy with the idea before.  But I had 2 lovely, uncomplicated, unmedicated births in the hospital, the second of which I might as well have had at home because he came precisely 2.5 hours after I woke up wondering if the labor pains I was experiencing were real contractions or more teaser contractions like I'd had nightly during the previous 2 weeks.  I felt like the ride to the hospital was kind of a waste of time and I wasn't happy about being treated like I didn't know what I was doing (I guess they have to assume their patients know nothing to be sure that they get all the information conveyed, but for folks who have done their homework on childbirth and the early newborn phase, it's just kind of irritating).  So I felt this time that I was very much ready to plan a home birth, and I feel very confident 

I'm ready to raise my 3 kids and get the family into a proper groove.  Pregnancy is really hard for me. I feel so helpless, especially in my 3rd trimester because if I barely move the wrong way, I suffer for a week or so.  I have been described in the past as "fiercely independent."  I now feel like that couldn't be further from the truth.  I have to depend on others for just about everything.  It's maddening.  I look forward to a time when I can dig my own dirt, move my own furniture, carry my own load again.  On my own time.  This is definitely a lesson in patience and slowing down. 

Anyway, spring has sprung and I'm ready to get the garden going.  I won't do much, but I'd like to have a few veggies.  It's fun for the kids, and it gives me a little sense of pride knowing that I can grow my own food.  We have a million strawberry plants scattered around the yard.  We planted them 2 years ago so they should be pretty fruitful this year.  

We are still dreaming of moving out of this house and into our dream home with a big kitchen and a garage.  Living without a garage is a drag.  When I was here by myself it wasn't that big a deal, but I'm married to a gadget guy who needs a garage.  I need him to have a garage.  Life would be so grand with a garage.

Ok well I'm rambling at this point so I'll sign off for now.  I'd love to be an actual "blogger" but I'm more of a stream-of-consciousness kind of person so my posts don't have much of a point to them, but I like to write anyway, just in case anyone wonders what I might be up to.  

Hugs & kisses,