The Home Stretch (Otherwise known as 73 days and counting)

With 2 and a half months left until Peanut's potential due date, I am growing more tired. Not every day, but I finding that if I don't give myself time to rest, I have no reserves. I'm thankful that I've had people to talk this over with. Since I went through a number of years of struggling with fatigue, becoming more tired than usual stirs up a lot of fears and frustrations in me. I have really had a great winter and fall pursuing and growing in art and creativity and relationships and learning and I hate to give any of it up.

It has been beautiful to be encouraged to give myself much grace in this time and to not fear. If I don't take the time to allow myself rest and refreshment then I have nothing to give to myself, to the baby, to others. It is similar to making sure I get the right physcial nutrients (and just the right amount of chocolate to keep me happy).

Peanut just gets bigger and bigger. He's crowded in my belly now and shoves up against my ribs. Most of the time he behaves himself, though, and I'm not too uncomfortable. Last week when I went to the doctor, the nurse got to dopplar out to check his heartbeat as usual. She had a hard time getting the count, though, because he kept kicking right as where she would press the instrument down on my belly. The little bugger! And then I would laugh, which probably didn't help anything either...

We now how our bedroom basically set up and ready to fit a third person in there, which gets me even more excited and makes the whole thing more real.