6 Weeks Until the Due Date
So...there are 6 weeks left until Lorelai's due date. Time sure does fly, and now time has slowed down to a crawl. Yep...I figured it would fly by this time, but yet again I am eager with anticipation to meet my daughter and I still have to wait. Luckily my contractions have died down a bit so I'm not concerned with an arrival that is too early.
There are quite a mix of emotions that come along with having your second child. I am nervous that I won't be able to give her the same time I gave Gabriel. Which is true because I will be dividing my attention between the both of them. At the same time I am having a hard time with the realization that I am going to have to divert some of my attention from Gabriel.
I feel like a bag of nerves half of the time. So much needs to get done and yet I feel so tired. I don't sleep well at all and there is little time for rest during the day. Any napping keeps me from falling asleep in a timely fashion at night thus resulting a vicious cycle of constant exhaustion. I do my best to be peppy and patient for Gabriel but some others in this household leave me feeling exasperated sometimes.
I'm also very physically uncomfortable. Carrying a toddler (when he needs to be carried) is no easy task with a big belly. If pressure is put in the wrong spot it makes me feel physically ill. Lorelai doesn't like being smushed and fights back making Gabriel annoyed at my belly. Trying to sit with him in my lap to read him a story is a sight to be seen, and everytime I have to bend over I think about buying one of those long armed clamp things so I don't have to bend down. Needless to say...toddlers leave a big mess in their wake so there is a lot of bending down to pick up.
Therefore I am passive aggressively telling my family the following via the blog:
Grace - Thank you for being so good with Gabriel these days. He loves you so much. But, please stop chewing on your feet, legs, and whatever else you're doing in the middle of the night. It's annoying to get up and tell you to stop. I know you have allergies, but seriously...control yourself! Also, Lorelai's room is not a place for you to go and hide to do all of these things. That room is across the hall from Gabriel's room and if you wake him up I promise you will not be happy.
Gabriel - You are so sweet, fun, and smart. You make Mommy laugh every day. But, Mommy makes the breakfast you cry for as fast as she can so would you please eat it when I make it! Also...please start using the words you know. You're such a smart and sweet boy, but it would really help me help you better.
and to Brian -
Thank you for all of your help, and especially doing your best to keep Gabriel from being too noisy on weekends so I can get a little extra sleep (or at least just lay in bed peacefully and stretch out). But, could you please sleep on your side of the bed so I can be more comfortable? Also when I ask you to get something for me out of the attic the correct response is, "No problem." (Or something to that effect.)
I only have 6ish more weeks of being physically uncomfortable my lovely family. Please be tolerable and just help me to get through it. I need all of the help I can get.
There are quite a mix of emotions that come along with having your second child. I am nervous that I won't be able to give her the same time I gave Gabriel. Which is true because I will be dividing my attention between the both of them. At the same time I am having a hard time with the realization that I am going to have to divert some of my attention from Gabriel.
I feel like a bag of nerves half of the time. So much needs to get done and yet I feel so tired. I don't sleep well at all and there is little time for rest during the day. Any napping keeps me from falling asleep in a timely fashion at night thus resulting a vicious cycle of constant exhaustion. I do my best to be peppy and patient for Gabriel but some others in this household leave me feeling exasperated sometimes.
I'm also very physically uncomfortable. Carrying a toddler (when he needs to be carried) is no easy task with a big belly. If pressure is put in the wrong spot it makes me feel physically ill. Lorelai doesn't like being smushed and fights back making Gabriel annoyed at my belly. Trying to sit with him in my lap to read him a story is a sight to be seen, and everytime I have to bend over I think about buying one of those long armed clamp things so I don't have to bend down. Needless to say...toddlers leave a big mess in their wake so there is a lot of bending down to pick up.
Therefore I am passive aggressively telling my family the following via the blog:
Grace - Thank you for being so good with Gabriel these days. He loves you so much. But, please stop chewing on your feet, legs, and whatever else you're doing in the middle of the night. It's annoying to get up and tell you to stop. I know you have allergies, but seriously...control yourself! Also, Lorelai's room is not a place for you to go and hide to do all of these things. That room is across the hall from Gabriel's room and if you wake him up I promise you will not be happy.
Gabriel - You are so sweet, fun, and smart. You make Mommy laugh every day. But, Mommy makes the breakfast you cry for as fast as she can so would you please eat it when I make it! Also...please start using the words you know. You're such a smart and sweet boy, but it would really help me help you better.
and to Brian -
Thank you for all of your help, and especially doing your best to keep Gabriel from being too noisy on weekends so I can get a little extra sleep (or at least just lay in bed peacefully and stretch out). But, could you please sleep on your side of the bed so I can be more comfortable? Also when I ask you to get something for me out of the attic the correct response is, "No problem." (Or something to that effect.)
I only have 6ish more weeks of being physically uncomfortable my lovely family. Please be tolerable and just help me to get through it. I need all of the help I can get.