It is totally surreal to be over halfway through the 2nd trimester. As of today, there are 40 days remaining until the 3rd trimester and 124 days remaining until our due date. (Yes, I have a countdown on my phone!) Time is starting to fly! It’s moderately alarming. Baby showers are being planned by our families, registries are being tweaked, and conversations that were hypothetical a few months ago are becoming a bit more real and necessary. As much as I would love to linger in the land of car seat/stroller reviews, it’s time to get serious about things like:
- Maternity leave specifics (I asked HR to review this with me weeks ago so we can budget accordingly, but she keeps putting me off. Grrrrrr.)
- My advance health care directive (Catch knows my wishes, but I think it makes it so much easier for overwhelmed loved ones if these things are spelled out on paper)
- Day care
- Who will have legal guardianship for our child in the event that we both die or become incapacitated
- Additional life insurance
These are the things I can’t even look at without feeling anxious/overwhelmed. Hell, #3 alone has been giving me nightmares. $250 a week??? I die. Please refer to item #2.
Physically, I am feeling pretty good. Undeniably pregnant, and definitely feeling like I have a papaya hanging out in my midsection, but good. On Saturday, we cleaned the house and the yard and then had a good friend over for dinner. (I made some Greek-inspired things that were fantastic—will have to do another post with some of the recipes.) I had to rest several times throughout the day, and by the time our friend arrived I was crampy, uncomfortable, and close to comatose in a lounge chair out back. Note to self: You cannot go all day like you used to! We still had a nice evening, but I spent most of yesterday recovering.
We’ve had some setbacks on the house-buying front, but I’m trying not to let it get to me. At this point, it’s very unlikely that we’ll have time to find a place before the arrival of baby girl, which means we’re going to have to make do for a few months in our tiny 1-bedroom place until we sort things out. Our nursery “plans” have become nursery “hypotheticals,” and last night at dinner we had a serious discussion about how to rearrange the furniture in the house to make room for a bassinet, some baby storage and a few other baby necessities. I despise the idea of being stuck at home on maternity leave during the worst heat of the summer in 600 square feet with my wife, two dogs, a baby attached to me, and no central air conditioning. It’s not going to be easy or comfortable, but as tempting as moving may be, it really doesn’t make sense to toss the home-buying plans and move to another rental at this point. I’m just going to have to deal. But it sucks.
If you follow me on Instagram (houndmamas), you know that I’ve been knitting away on her baby blanket and the little dress/tunic I started a few weeks ago. I think I’m going to add a big pale yellow flower to the lower front of the dress once it’s done. We’ll see. It definitely needs something.
So that’s 22 weeks in a nutshell. I’m hoping week 23 will lead with, “Catch finally got to feel the baby kick!” So far, every time she gets busy thumping hard enough to warrant me grabbing Catch, she stops moving the moment Catch’s hand hits my belly. Stubborn baby!