Waaaaaaaa

That's the sound of me crying you a river.

I grunt a lot these days.
Bending over, turning over, reaching over.

I had always prided myself on my special talent of picking stuff up with my toes, but I've really been honing my skills lately with the added motivation of avoiding the bend-over. These toes can fetch socks, pencils, hiking boots, you name it. Okay, okay, I'm working on the hiking boots.

Thanks to, I guess, ligaments stretching, my right hip hurts. So depending on the degree of hip pain, I've got a very sexy limp.

I was feeling really good about remembering my vitamins about two-thirds of the days of the week, but my recent blood test revealed that my iron is low. Hmmmm... could that be adding to why Nicky feels like doing nothing but eating ice cream and sitting at the end of a work day? Or even in the beginning of it? And the record of all records: she took not one, but TWO naps this Saturday?

This could also be part of why I haven't gotten around to putting the brain cells together to muster up a blog entry.

But I was thinking about our original purpose for having this blog, and although it has served as a fun outlet for Nicky's creative writing energy, we really started it to help keep interested family and friends up-to-date on the need-to-know information about our pregnancy. Especially when we had so many significant family members living far away - it was important to us that everyone gets the same information at the same time. And we are aware that even though some folks live close by, we still don't see them as often as we'd like.

As I've been growing more physically uncomfortable, I've had writers block on how to share it. One never wants to be a complainer, but to omit these very real aspects of having such a huge change to the body is lacking authenticity. And my English teachers always said to "write what you know."

Emotionally, this pregnancy is also getting "bigger" - so big that I haven't known where to start to express all of the thoughts, fears, dreams, and musings enough to do it justice. Thus the lack of blog entries. The perfectionist in me is to blame.

So, while you may have enjoyed the tone of entries to date, I'm writing with a heads up that in order for me to write more frequent entries, I'm giving myself permission for them to not necessarily all come from the same writing formula.

And with that, I am pooped, or "bushed" as my dad says. As I write that, I realize that I don't think I've heard anyone else use that term in that way. Maybe they're out there, I just can't recall ever hearing it outside our family.

Oh and by the way,
we're THIRTY WEEKS tomorrow....
or "three quarters of the way through this thing"

Stay tuned for future posts on things I love:
Elastic waists
Overalls
Sleep

-Nicky and Nate