I Can Do This

It's not like I really have an option here, but those are the words I repeat to myself daily following my little prayer.
I am 6 weeks away from my delivery date and I really thought I was going to be tougher than this.  I thought I would live my life until it was time to deliver this baby with no hiccups, no insomnia, no miserably sore back, no swelling, no exhaustion, no shortness of breath, no set backs from my daily life.  HA!  I seriously was that naive/had that much of a Super Woman ego.
Turns out I'm just a human.  I have been all of those things and most recently, all of those things at the same time.  My work outs have become minimal (last week was told to stop them completely) and my sleep patterns have gotten more strange than ever.  Last week I had to go home early due to dizziness and just plain old tiredness.  There are worse things in pregnancy.  I have heard of them.  I guess I just thought I would be immune.  Pregnancy for the win.
This week i am very excited to go back to the doctor.  I have not seen this little boy since November and I get my chance again on Thursday. A fellow mother-to-be informed me in the waiting area this last visit that they will do the 4D ultra sound this time.  Might I get to see his FACE?!  So exciting!
Until then I will push through, and after that I will do the same.  THe next major feat will be move-in for the rodeo.  That's right, we take over the complex 2 weeks from today.  THat may be so adventure filled I will forget all about my general aches/ailments until he is born...I'm sure that will be another "HA" in the face.

I will now stop with the petty complaints every woman goes through to see their little miracle.
I remember how blessed I am to have these ailments/discomforts and I can see the finish line!

Nesting

I looked it up:

In rodents and lagomorphs, the nesting instinct is typically characterized by the urge to seek the lowest sheltered spot available; this is where these mammals give birth. Female dogs may show signs of nesting behavior shortly before their due date^[3] that include pacing and building a nest with items from around the house such as blankets, clothing, and stuffed animals.

I don't do this...well I guess I kind of do.  The stuffed animal and blanket part.  I am gathering those into one room. 

My definition of nesting:  not being able to sleep.  Alan even refers to my insomnia as "nesting."  Around 11:30 every night, after an episode of The Office, and after I have kicked my leg for an hour or so (restless leg syndrome that I have ALWAYS had a mild case of that has been relentless throughout my pregnancy (thanks Ford for that pass down)) I get up and start looking for projects.  When I get up, Alan will sleepily look at me and ask, "you headed out to do some nesting?"  "UGH, yes.  I just want to sleep but I will see ya later."

What did I do last night?  Oh, yes.  Because we have taken down all the Christmas decor, all the dishes are clean, I have cleaned the bathroom twice in the last week, all the painting is done, the floors are clean, the laundry is minimal, and I have everything in the Baby Bass room that I own that is baby related to this point, I had to get creative.  Alan's mother gave me some of his baby clothes.  I busted out my iron last night and ironed them.  Yeah, pregnancy makes you do crazy things.  I bought these hooks the other day I had seen at IKEA that are in the shape of puppy tails.  I nailed the hooks to the wall as Alan tried to sleep, then hung his clothes on display in the room.  What will I think of tonight?  I still need to finish painting the closet door and re-hang that.  That is an option.  BUT, I am thinking since I pay for a membership to a place called 24 Hour fitness, maybe I could just go get on the treadmilll when I feel the need to "nest"????

If my late night nesting is as bad as this pregnancy gets, I will certainly take it!  I have heard some horror stories.  I even know a lady that has LOST 30 pounds since she became pregnant because of her constant nausea.  No bueno.  I'm thankful to have such minimal side effects as a kicky leg, an extra 35 pounds (cough-or-maybe-more-cough) and some listless nights.  AnD if I must touch on the weight gain for a moment, I will.  Let's face it folks, pregnancy does not make you fat.  What you're shoving in your mouth makes you fat.  I have LOveD using pregnancy as an excuse to eat the following: PANCAKES, tons-o-cereal, orange juice, ice cream, and my oh-so-loved chocolate chip cookie.  Now that the holidays are over, it is easier to get more focused on cutting the junk and finishing up "cooking" Baby Bass with EXTRA leafy greens and cardio.  I plan to finish strong! 

THese are the ramblings of a nester who is in peak work/rodeo time and peak gestation mode.  The Lord knew I could handle this, that's why He handed it to me.  I'm so thankful for this prepped body and mind He has given me and I can't wait to see what this wild little kid looks like!  10 more weeks and thankful for every minute of it.  Happy sleeping folks, maybe one day I will get to join you :)