My husband would probably not be overly happy with the title of this week's entry, because in my world, nesting means a lot of extra work for him! My list of projects at the moment is endless. At least he thinks they are. I don't think I'm asking too much. I just want my porch railings finished and the concrete stained. And new paint and a new floor in our bedroom. And the trim painted and put down in the hallway, utility room, living room, and our bedroom. Oh, and a new screen door on the front door. See? Not so much . . .
We are quite the pair because he procrastinates as much as I do. We just do so over different things. With the exception of the porch railings, this is all stuff that should have been done a long time ago. Now I have this now or never feeling about it! It has to get done for my peace of mind!! I would point out, however, that I'm still procrastinating on doing any shopping for the baby, and that's becoming a much more now or never issue. My latest is excuse is that my best friend is throwing me a shower this weekend, so I might as well wait until after that. It will all get done. I work very well under pressure.
There isn't a whole lot going on baby wise right now, other than I think he's going to be a gymnast. This is my first experience with actual pain associated with baby movements. I'm not sure what he's doing in there sometimes, but I wish he'd stop! He's also a master at getting something caught under my ribs. I'm assuming it's a foot because he likes to hang out head down. I have excellent posture these days, because slumping is also downright painful. More than once a day I find myself arching my back to try and move him a bit. I'm not really complaining, though. It's fun to watch my belly move and the boys think it's crazy. They are always putting their hands on my belly, talking to him, and asking him to kick them. They also both hug my stomach after they hug me. Talk about melting my heart. I just hope they still like him as much when he's on the outside . . .
I'm a bit concerned with how my youngest is going to deal with a new baby in the house. I know a 7 year understands a lot more about having a new baby than, say, a 3 year old, but they still have no real idea until it actually happens. He's still very much a mama's boy. He's my hip pocket kid, especially at night. I'm just not sure how he's going to take having to share so much of my attention. My husband is very hands on with our kids from the moment they are born, so that will help. There will be lots of times when he can handle the fussiness, the diaper changes, and once I've pumped enough, even bottles. So there will definitely be times when I can give the baby to his daddy and very deliberately pay attention to the other two. I probably should just quit worrying about it for now. It will work out. It's probably the issue that's on my mind the most right now, however.
I don't really have a lot of symptoms that I'm dealing with right now. The itching is back, but not as bad as it was earlier in my pregnancy, and I have definitely developed a variation of the pregnancy mask. Instead of on my cheeks, however, it's on my forehead. I hate it. With T, he was every bit of two before it finally was mostly gone, and I still have to be careful and wear a lot of sunblock or they pop back out. I'm assuming it's going to be the same this time around. I was actually looking into laser treatments at one point, but the doctor told me the pigmentation was too deep for a laser to do any good. Ugh. Oh well. Maybe I'll get lucky and these will disappear quickly!