I've been meaning to write in here. I wanted to try and at least keep up some. I've always liked having a journal to look back at.
Things are better but they still aren't ideal. Rufus has adjusted to his new food and hasn't farted quite as much. We've been feeding him beano and is helps but really he's just a very smelly dog and there's not much we can do about it. My morning sickness comes and goes so its up to mother nature whether I make it through the day without a meltdown.
The baby is doing well. I'm 29 weeks along now. From about 22 weeks I could feel his little punches and kicks but now he's so big I can feel his every move. Its weird all the time but its really uncomfortable at night when he's stretching out and he's poking out on opposite sides of my tummy. He likes to get his feet caught up in my rib cage too and kick me really hard. Sigh. I'm reading several books on hyno-breathing trying to prepare for a more relaxed birth. I tend to get very scared and freak the fuck out when I don't feel right and from what I read that will just make my labor harder and more painful. So my goal is to master some relaxation techniques and get this baby into the world without a lot of cussing.
I'm getting a little anxious because the baby room isn't coming along as fast as I would like. Actually its not coming a long at all. I simply can't move furniture. I just can't. I'm fucking 7 months pregnant. Mom wants to wash the walls and shampoo the carpet and dust everything. So do I. I get it. But why can't we all pitch in and do it all together like in one day? Everything goes sooo slow. I could give birth anytime now. He could easily be born tomorrow and survive, of course with a bit of a hospital stay, and where the hell am I going to put him?
Bryan works 10 hours a day so when he comes home at 1am he goes straight to the shower, does laundry, does dishes, cuddles on me until I fall asleep and then he might do a few more things around the house. I get winded just walking up the stairs I'm so huge and weak from the morning sickness so I'm basically a free loader here. I can't bend over to get dishes out of the dishwasher, nor can I switch clothes from the washer to the dryer. I cant do shit and its so aggravating. Everyone's like its your job to grow the baby but dammit I feel so out of control I can't stand it. Mom does tiny little things here and there and then when i break down in tears she assures me everything will get done. No it wont! It wont get done just because you say it will. I've talked to my friend Watson and I've offered a future payment if she can maybe put a few hours into moving furniture and putting baby stuff together. She said yes but every time I've asked her to come over theres a reason why she can't get here or she's busy. Blah. I've still got a little bit of christmas money I was saving for the baby but I think I'm going to have to maybe hire some kind of movers or just somebody to help me. My son's not going to have anywhere to sleep . Sigh. One day at a time I guess.
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