thoughts + grumblings at 21 weeks

oh hey, we pose in exam rooms when the doctor leaves.

 

One of the major things that I have noticed about pregnancy is the fact that it's kind of all ecompassing. I often find myself thinking solely in terms of "the belly". To be honest, it's hard not to do so. I look down and there it is! I shift in my seat and realize, yep, I have to go to the bathroom AGAIN. My stomach grumbles and I think, was that the baby or am I hungry? And then there's that pesky heartburn creeping up in between every single meal. My pants are too tight, and this super fun acne is the newest, most undesirable addition to my face. Let's not forget the 24/7 carpal tunnel either. That's just fun times. Then there's wardrobe choices. Boots are cute for a cool, rainy day (when we get one every once in awhile here in California), but sitting in boots, socks, and jeans in the tiny office I work in sounds like Sweat-Fest 2014.

 

And the never-ending stomach grumbling is just plain annoying. I love food. I'm an eater, but I've never had a major problem keeping my weight down. Lately though, I'm just packing on the pounds. I'm starting to feel really, really huge. My frame is very small. Where is all this weight supposed to go?!

My point isn't to sit here listing my myriad grievances (though I can certainly keep going), it's to try to explain why I may not be quite myself lately. I'm not just Kelsey, I'm Kelsey and little baby nugget. It's not just Ant and Kels, it's Ant and Kels and little baby nugget. Each conversation we share may not start with the topic of baby, but it almost certainly will end on it. If we're talking dinner I have to think about what I ate the rest of the day. Did I already cheat at lunch and splurge on candy? If so, no, I don't want pizza for dinner. If we're talking about watching HULU on the iPad or the TV, it's the difference between sitting up or laying down for a few hours, so is it my legs that hurt or my back? Everything in my life right now is laced with this underlying factor of me-growing-baby.
 

You might be thinking to yourself, "Man, I feel bad for her husband." Well don't. I might be complaining sentence in and sentence out in this post, but at home I haven't increased the complain factor (too much). Don't get me wrong; I'm a straight up pro at whining. However, I'm not trying to burden every person around me with every ache and pain I'm feeling. That's reserved for whoever is reading this post at the moment. Hehe

 

And I don't want to be that person who can only talk about being pregnant. There are so many other things that are also going on in my life. Friends and family, please don't let me lose sight of all the other awesome stuff going on right alongside the awesomeness of this little baby. On the other hand, don't take any of this to mean that I don't like being pregnant. It's truly a miracle that our bodies can do this, and I don't take any of it for granted.

So, in hopes of being more than just a pregnant lady on a rant, I want to express the truth that while I am more than just "me" right now, I am also doing more than just making a tiny human. I have a job 3 days a week; I'm the sole purchaser and cook in our house, and my two days a week off are usually filled with little other than the cleaning and organizing of the house. I live with a pig, guys. A very cute, yet funny and extremely loving pig. I volunteer at our church and our city's local history museum - both of which include additional work, energy, and lots of time spent in meetings. I'm also working on a paid position at the museum to supplement my regular job, and when that happens it's sayonara to my two days off.

 

Aside from all of these things being overwhelming at times, I wouldn't change or remove any of them from my life. In the little true downtime I have I like reading, sewing, and watching TV. My biggest struggle right now is getting outside for a walk. It's.so.hard. Not really, I'm just Mrs. Lazy Bones lately. So I will keep on keeping on. We're only halfway, and this baby's about to get bigger and bigger and bigger... and after that... it's real guys. This adventure will be over, and the next one will begin. Goodbye aches and pains, and hello late night feedings. Whoa.

 

So that's it. This is what I was thinking about today.
If you made it to this point, congratulations.☺

 

Kels