Third trimester, in a nutshell
Hello out there, to anyone who may still be checking this long-abandoned blog…remember me? ::waves shyly::
It’s been eons since my last post, and I’ve become a virtual blogging hermit over the course of this pregnancy. I just pulled up my blog reader and did a horrified little squeal when I discovered just how many unread posts from my favorite bloggers I have yet to read. I’m going to attempt to slowly but surely catch up, at least until the baby arrives and I go into hibernation again!
There’s so much I’ve been wanting to say, so many words I’ve been wanting to write, so many whispers of potential posts that have remained unwritten…and the thought of trying to summarize the last few months right here, right now, is completely overwhelming.
Long story short…the past few months have been spent battling an upper respiratory infection that just about knocked me off my feet, being virtually housebound for a month due to unrelenting snow storms, growing bigger and heavier and slower as the third trimester marched on, and nesting.
And by nesting, I mean becoming utterly and completely consumed by the overwhelming need to cook and sew. When I was pregnant with Shane, nesting took the form of neurotic cleaning frenzies. i wish I were exaggerating, but at one point during my final month, my husband came home to find me on my hands & knees in the bathroom, frantically cleaning the baseboard with a toothbrush.
This time around, cleaning has most definitely not been a part of my nesting instincts…my house is in very sorry shape right now. But I spent a hectic week cooking — preparing meal after meal after meal, all wo which found a home in our chest freezer for after the baby’s birth. Lasagnas and chili, shepherd’s pie and salmon pie, casseroles and soups. And I’m not quite done in the kitchen — I have a baking cabinet that’s close to bursting with the ingredients for bran muffins, lactation cookies, and brownies to share with the L&D nurses. It’s going to be another incredibly busy week.
And the sewing…I’ve made soft blankets with ribbon tags, Boppy covers, bibs, fitted sheets for the cradle mattress, and covers for the changing pad. I recycled old wash cloths and flannel scraps to create wipes (we cloth diaper). I’ve made Shane a Shane-sized Boppy pillow, along with a tiny diaper bag stocked with bibs & diapers to fit his doll. There’s still yards of fabric left to play with, and a laundry-list of little projects waiting to be completed during these final weeks…busy work to keep me distracted as we count down to baby.
Baby clothes have been brought down from the attic, sorted and washed and tucked into drawers. Tiny newborn diapers have been prepped and stacked in a basket beside the changing pad. Books about babies and becoming a big brother have been borrowed from the library and read, and read, and read again while snuggling together before bed.
Whenever this little one decides to arrive, I’m ready.
Now it’s just a matter of waiting.