So there's that "nesting" instinct that's supposed to kick in just as a woman gets ready to have a baby. It's hard for me to tell if that has happened/is happening because I'm pretty project-oriented to begin with, and doing stuff like organizing my pantry is fun for me, pregnant or not.
But I will tell you what I've noticed in the past couple of weeks - I have a HUGE desire to hole up in my house and not go anywhere, not make plans, and not see anyone. Even social media seems taxing and too busy and interactive. Someone else mentioned this happening to them while pregnant, so I'm not alone. I'm already an introvert to begin with, so I suspect something hormonal is enhancing those tendencies even more.
Sadly, September was a bad month to feel this way. It's been jam-packed with appointments and errands to get ready for Baby X', BabyT's birthday, adjustment to her new preschool (though the schedule seems to definitely agree with her more), the start of her new dance class, wrapping up work before leave, and lots of family in town. Worst is that I'm exhausted because I can't sleep well at all (thanks pregnancy-induced snoring and being planet-sized!).
But it's coming to a close now, and I have 6 days left. I'm not working this week. My last prenatal appointment is tomorrow, and I have to attend "Curriculum Night" at T's preschool so I can meet the other parents. (Ok, "have to" is a strong word, but it's something I'd like to do.)
TJ drew the line in the sand about not doing any more things from The List. We're ready with all the important stuff. No more stressing about hanging up coat hooks and pictures or other low-priority tasks. I like it and it's just the "permission" I needed to let those last few things go.
Besides taking T to preschool, our calendar is blissfully empty the rest of the week. I'm going to do a little crafting, play with my new DSLR camera, and spend a lot of time at home with my girl in our last few days of being a mama-baby duo. (Just writing that makes me a little teary.)
I need this quiet time to get myself together for what's going to be a difficult month up ahead. I'm certain that the pregnancy and nursing hormones have erased the bad memories from 2009, because I remember it being "not that bad" while TJ remembers the first few weeks as "awful" as we figured out how to get by on broken sleep, nursing ickiness, and troubleshooting baby cries.
This time we get to do it again, 3 years older, and with a little girl who needs us just as much as her new baby sister will. We are lucky to have people around offering help, but most of my worries are about the things that other people just can't do - helping BabyT feel secure about her place in our family while also bonding and learning about new Baby X'. I'm not too concerned about what we're going to eat or getting T to the places she needs to be - with two adults at home, that should be a little easier.
So if you email or call or text us and we don't reply, it's because we're in the bunker waiting for the Armageddon. No wait, that's not right. But we are focusing inward this week (and of course the next few weeks). Please leave a message after the beep and we'll get back to you when we are ready.