Start of Week 31/40 (Feels Like Week 38)
Dear Little George,
Next week we start the eighth month. I feel like I’ve already reached that point and, I imagine, since you’re measuring at least two weeks ahead, technically I have. Yesterday was a pretty bad pregnancy day. If I could have lay in bed and not moved all day I would have. Simon, of course, doesn’t allow this. He walks into the room every morning and tells me it is morning, that the sun is up, that he wants “lunch”, and will I play with him? Since a change at work prevents me from seeing much of him during the week, I'm not about to reject his plea for attention during the weekends.
I’ve also had a minor cold for just under a week which is probably/hopefully the reason for my complete lack of energy. I hate having to rest after I sweep a room, fold a load of laundry, or play a game of hide-and-seek. I feel old and really really lame.
You continue to move around a lot. At Daddy’s wise suggestion, I’ve stopped resting on my left side to prevent you from hurting me in my sore area with your strong kicks. You gave Daddy’s hand a good kick the other night so he understands better what I’m dealing with. He says it felt like an adult finger jamming itself into his hand.
I noticed the other night that, when I switch sides to relieve the strain on my hips, you “fall” from one side to the other causing you to wake up. I’m now being a little more cautions to flip slowly.
Simon woke you up the other day with his loud singing. He is starting to fall into the range of “excited” to meet you. He talks about you occasionally and talks to you occasionally and even (occasionally) comes up to give you a hug and a kiss and tells you that he loves you. We’ve been telling him about babies and reading books about big brothers. Almost all of his friends are big brothers or sisters at this point so he is pretty used to seeing babies in action (or, rather, inaction).
Maybe this sibling thing won’t be so bad. I’m am, however, thankful that we waited this long.
Love,
Mama