~ Another Year
This week marked another year of life passed. As I rolled into week 33 of my final pregnancy, I also celebrated my 38th birthday. If someone had told me 10 years ago I'd be pregnant at 38 I think I would have told them they were crazy. Yet, here I am. I have celebrated three birthdays during pregnancies. I found out I was having twins three days before my 30th birthday. I turned 36 while pregnant with Ethan and here I am celebrating 38 with my final baby. It all seems a bit odd to me. It's odd in a good way though.
We don't do up adult birthdays will any big thing. It's usually just a family dinner with cards. We don't exchange gifts among the adults but, instead, prefer to give gifts to the kids on their birthdays. My sister and her husband were not going to have their respective kids over the weekend of my birthday, so we opted to do our family dinner the following weekend instead. However, my step-dad had some relatives in from out of town, so we did go to my parents' house for dinner to meet them. My mom surprised me and bought me my favorite pie for dessert since that was my actual birthday. I thought that was very sweet of her and enjoyed every bit of it.
I also decided that I was not done moving furniture around. The way I arranged Dylan's room to accommodate for Ethan's crib also allowed for the most "open" way to put the furniture in the room. Thus giving them floor space for playing. Well, what I didn't realize is that is also put Ethan's crib right next to his dresser and within arm's reach of the drawers. It didn't take him long to figure out that he could reach thru the crib slats and open the doors and throw the contents onto the floor. So, needless to say, I have rearranged the room one more time and put Ethan's crib on a wall where he can reach nothing. I am hoping that will alleviate some of the distractions of him going to sleep.
As far as baby goes, I cannot believe how active this kid is especially at night. Seems like right about 9:30pm he wakes and decides that is play time and he jumps all over my belly. I actually videotaped it the other night because I could not believe how much he was squirming and how much my stomach was jumping around from the outside. At times, it almost hurts at how forceful it is when he moves. I've also noticed that it is going more and more difficult for me to walk long distances. He is getting so heavy and weighing on my pelvis that it actually hurts to move. So I have to be very cognizant of my movements and motion so as to not overdo it. Even though I am becoming increasingly uncomfortable, it still amazes me that there is a little living human being in there that I will be meeting in just a few short weeks. It really reminds you of what a miracle the whole process actually is.
He still doesn't have a name, but I already love him so much.
Until next week . . .