I am well~Bunkin is well. But still, we are well together.
I hearby have officially passed my "previous pregnancy" status quo of giving birth three weeks early and am headed into the "two more weeks" mark. Does this bother me?
Depends on when you ask.
It seems to be I am pretty schizophrenic these days. At times (mostly when I find it difficult to breathe and walk, and eat, and scrub my toes, or plop myself down to change a diaper or..or..or..well. I'd better stop) I feel as though this baby could not come soon enough. Going into labor this very minute (maybe YESTERDAY) would be my deepest desire. It takes me a LONG time to get tired of being pregnant, but it does end up happening...and that is where I am at now. It just doesn't feel good anymore for Bunkin to stretch and adjust: not when the adjusting is bearing down on my already tender bladder and leaving me hoping I can wobble fast enough to the bathroom!
Then again, I am not at all anxious for Bunkin to come because... THERE IS STILL SO MUCH TO DO! Nothing that is pivotal to his/her coming, of course, but still...there is quite a list nagging at me. This baby could come tonight and it wouldn't matter a LICK that I never did get my van. We would still find a way to get Bunkin home. Matt could easily wash the carseat cover (that still sits in the barn) while I was at the hospital. If Jesus could be wrapped in swaddling clothes, Bunkin would survive thataway too for a day-until I finally was able to wash some clothing. My hospital bag isn't all that essential-just my camera. But still, I see things~ LOTS of things left undone. Letters to write before a new very little but very BIG distraction arrives. A freezer to stock before post-pregnancy, nursing-filled nights exhaust me. A diaper bag to ready before painful contractions marr my judgement. A freshly painted, coordinated light fixture over Bunkin's changing table to hang, because it is pretty. Clothes to ready and bedding to prepare. OH, the lists I have in this head of mine!
WHAT have I been doing, you ask? Household stuff. Daily laundry. Bills. Grocery shopping. Library book reading. School. Entertaining. Cooking. Entertaining. Cleaning. Eating cheesecake. Drinking Sparkling grapejuice. Writing to-do lists. Munching. Chomping. Gulping. (yet oddly, I lost a pound at my last appt.)
Seriously, I have been doing important stuff-mingled with unimportant stuff, no question: but overall?! I've been responsible with my time. Yet- the race has yet to be won. The to-do list has yet to shorten. And I heave my tired body to the bed at night thinking of what is to be on the roster for TOMORROW.
So-my state right now? I'm tired of the silly, petty inconveniences being nine months' pregnant present a woman-but ever thankful that I still am. Every moment left of this pregnancy is spoken for-and that makes the time pass by more quickly. If nothing else, I am certainly not bored! :-)
Makes me think again, how wonderful it is to give it all over to God. How wonderful it is NOT to be in charge of when delivery is going to happen-because I wouldn't be able to make up my mind! I must only take full advantage of every moment. Every moment before delivery AND after. Not a moment is to be wasted.
Yesterday we had company over-most likely the last bit of entertaining I will be doing before the baby arrives-and I made a cheesecake. A turtle cheesecake. A divine, delectable, decadent cheesecake that you will curse and praise simultaneously. I posted the recipe at Kitchen Riches for those so inclined.
You will end up cursing and praising ME simultaneously, too.
Just doing my part to spread the schizophrenia around...