25 Mar

Waiting

I wrote this on Monday but somehow managed to not post it. Although nothing’s changed yet!

No baby yet :-) Still waiting. Four more days until my due date and I still don’t really believe there will be a baby at the end of this…

I am now in my fourth week of maternity leave and I’m amazed at how fast the days have gone and how little I’ve done with them. Before I went on leave I had big plans. I made a list of all the rooms in the house plus some extra things like pantry and filing. There were about 12, maybe 13 things. The plan was to spend a day on each – if it was a room, it would get a really deep clean and a bit of an organise, however much I could do in the time – so I’d be nice and caught up before the baby came. I even wrote at the bottom that not all of the things on the list would take a whole day, so if I finished early I could take the rest of the day off. And then I was happy for the baby to come, two weeks early, because I’d be ready, you see?

Hahahahahaha!

I’m moving that much more slowly these days that it took me most of that first week just to fold the baby’s clothes and put them way. I get tired so much more easily, if I go out for groceries or to run errands it can wipe me out for the rest of the day. Or the next. Sunday I was feeling pretty good and got a fair amount of chores done as well as a trip to the supermarket, then yesterday all I could do was lie on the couch for the entire day. It’s so frustrating, because if I feel good, I want to do stuff, you know? Not just lie around watching tv. I’ve got a couple of workmates and friends who deal with chronic illnesses like lupus and CFS, and I thought I understood what they went through each day but I really didn’t. Not that I’m at all equating my late-pregnancy blahs with what they go through at all, it’s just, after a day like yesterday and the Saturday before last, I got a little bit of an idea. And it bloody sucks.

But mostly, I’ve been ok. I’m tired, and my legs and feet are swollen and sore, and my hands feel stiff and arthritic during the day and like little wooden paddles at night, oh and the floor is as far away as the moon so every day when Dave comes home he has to go around picking up tupperware lids and tissues and anything else I’ve dropped, but otherwise I’m surprisingly ok. The days I manage to not overdo it, I spend pottering. A little bit of housework, a bit of a sit, maybe a bit more of something else. The budgie [parakeet] keeps me company; right now he’s flying around me trying to get me to hold him up to the top of my metal desk lamp so he can talk to the beautiful birdy in there, and soon he’ll try to hog my laptop keyboard for a nap. It’s nice, really nice. I could happily spend every day like this, though I’m sure Dave would have something to say about that.

So anyway, that’s where I’ve been. Sorry about the lack of posts, but there’s been nothing much to say. Although <cue ominous music> that is all about to change…