It reminds them of how they love to bounce on their mother's bladders.
The second trimester was pretty nice -- the wee one moved around a lot and bounced happily, while I managed to sleep well and still had energy to take care of everything that I needed to.
Now, as the second trimester fades into the rearview mirror and the third trimester takes over, I'm feeling it. Exhaustion, hormones and just general weirdness. During some nights, I've up every couple of hours to use the bathroom. The girl's not even born yet, and she's got me up every couple of hours. It's amazing how carrying something approximately the size of a basketball can suck the energy out of you.
Cripes. I'm tired just typing that. Getting stuff done is hard now because all I want to do is sleep. But I keep telling myself that if I break it off in chunks -- one load of laundry one day, cooking another day, I'll feel better.
Hell, I feel like an overachiever today just by cooking scrambled eggs for breakfast, doing a load of laundry and emptying the dishwasher. Getting the nursery cleaned out and ready for the kid may take a Herculean effort.
It's tempting to say that I want her out NOW, but I know better than that. We still have a nursery to get ready. And as I was telling Jeff, this is my version of baking -- she's got to stay in the oven for the right amount of time before she comes out golden brown and delicious.
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Hmmm. Golden brown and delicious. And loaded with nuts and chocolate chips. Wait, are you planning to eat her?
If you want help with the nursery we can have a "clean the Obarski's extra room party".
Well, at least I'd be happy to come and help. It can't be worse than helping Aaron move... :P
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