Wednesday, 15 April 2009
So, here I am, almost 16 weeks into this gig of pregnancy. Nothing to "do" about it except take care of myself. Doing all the proscribed 'right' things -- no booze, caffeine, nitrates, raw things, medications, soft cheese, etc. Lots of sleeping, lots of walking, started prenatal yoga.
CHECK. CHECK. CHECK.
And we have LOADS of time before we really have to have things done and dusted, baby room-wise.
So, yay for me! TIME! Freedom! Things I hear are mighty scarce once one becomes a new parent. Never to sleep as soundly again. I so so so get that. So we have 2 mini trips planned. And see movies. And go out into the world. And be loud.
So why do I not feel really free? I feel like I am pacing inside. Preoccupied. Now that I am latched on firmly to the notion of growing a person and then becoming a mother to the person, most other things seem to pale a bit. It is like knowing you have a REALLY BIG party to go to and you are excited and nervous and wonder what it will be like. And it isn't for another 5 months.
It is the preparty equivalent of obsessing about What to Wear and Over Applying Lipstick.
I think I need some living to kick me into realizing that this is it.
I need to get out of my navel. The baby will grow without my furrowed brow and one track mind.
Time for those trips away to change up the scenery and expand my mind along with my belly!