Six-ish Weeks and Counting

Yesterday, one of my co-workers told me she could always tell when I got into the office in the morning, because she could hear me sigh as I sat down. I generally refer to it as 'grunting', but I'm glad she went with 'sighing' instead. It sounds much more feminine and sweet. It also sounds much more inaccurate, but still...

I'm going with it.

As of this coming Friday, I will be six weeks out from my due date, and I would be lying if I didn't say I would pay all of the money in the world to speed these weeks along a bit. I am feeling cumbersome and uncoordinated and just...tired. Steve and I have plans in the next few weeks to clean out the office off of our family room, so we can turn it into a combination spare bedroom (in time for my sister's visit over Thanksgiving, since the room she normally sleeps in is now Brigid's room) and playroom, so I can open up some family room space currently occupied by toys for all of the stuff that comes along with babies. And all I can think about is how much work it's going to be for poor Steve because bending over and picking something up isn't exactly my strength right now.

But, instead of wallowing in my 'I'd give anything to be able to take a deep breath. JUST ONE DEEP BREATH!!!' despair (because even THAT is too much effort for me right now), I'm making plans. I bought a treadmill last night, because I started running after I had Brigid, and I felt fantastic, and I imagine it's going to be kind of hard to run outside of the house when there are TWO schedules to work through, so running IN the house might just make my job easier. I found and charged my Fitbit, so I can start tracking activity and food intake now, to maybe get those terrible pregnancy habits I HAD been forming a little more under control earlier than I did the last time.

Mostly, I'm doing this because I am beyond tired of waddling, and I want to feel like I'm maybe going to make things easier on myself in the long run, but also because my metabolism is now three years slower than it was after Brigid, and I really should have been watching things closer during the ENTIRE pregnancy, but you know...hindsight. And all of that.

And of course, I spend quality time with all of my sweaters and skinny jeans and boots that no longer fit over my calves at least once a week, because as materialistic as this sounds, missing all of my clothes was a seriously motivating factor after the first pregnancy. And I will take whatever motivation I can find right now.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take my 17th trip of the day to the bathroom, and it's going to take me a few minutes to leverage myself up and out of this chair...

Pregnancy. It's so glamorous!