I've been so excited to post today, and now that today is here, I'm feeling a little deflated and unenthused. Sad! I'm going to put as much gusto into this post as I can stand right now, and we'll see how it goes.
Life has been good lately. SO good. Wonderful, even. I really don't have a reason to complain and to be in a funk at this particular moment (but hey, does a pregnant woman need a reason to feel emotional and blah and to come home and change back into her pyjamas? I didn't think so.) Here are some of the wonderful things going on:
-my aunt is getting better. Like, a lot better. I didn't mention it much because I was pretty worried, but man, was she ever sick with that H1N1. I guess having double pneumonia and being on a ventilator and heavy sedation is pretty serious stuff. I didn't realize how serious until I saw a nurse friend's reaction when I told her about it. BUT my aunt if off the ventilator and has even been transferred back home to her little, small town hospital to finish her recovery. She should be allowed to go home in a week or two. So YAY!
-tonight we have our last photography class for our advanced photography. Then next Monday we have our last class for our other photography class, and I am SO excited to be done! No more 2-night-a-week commitments! Just freedom. Oh, and family home evenings on Mondays again!
-it snowed for the first time early early this morning. I LOVE SNOW. Except, of course, when it hinders my plans. But still. It hadn't snowed yet (HA I almost typed 'snown'...good old English language) and I was pretty bummed because it usually starts in November. But when I got up to go to the bathroom at 2am I noticed that the ground was white and when I looked at the streetlight the snow was falling softly. It gave me a thrill and I stood there at the window just watching for a minute before crawling back into bed. And then I think my bed felt even cosier and warm just because I knew it was snowing outside. And now I feel like doing Christmas baking!
-While standing at the window watching the snow I thought to myself, "hey, it IS 2 hours into December after all! What a nice way to start off the month..." which then made me think of how it really, truly, finally is December. Which means so many good things. It means my family shower on Saturday, Christmas shopping, the Christmas cantata, Christmas itself (!!!), AND...best part of all...it means I can finally say I'm due next month. Next. Month. Ohh the thrills and excitement this gives me! Even in my melancholy mood, the very thought of it brings a smile to my face.
So that means I'm about 8 months along right now. And holy moley that sounds really far along. Probably because it IS, which is such a weird thought. In 2 months (well, less actually) we are going to have a baby. Here. At our house. Waking us up and making us smile and cry and laugh and relax and stress and all of those opposite things that make me so happy!
-Oh! December also means doing our childbirth training class, one more 2-week appointment, switching to EVERY week appointments, and putting the finishing touches on the baby's room.
So all in all I'm excited about December. Christmas shopping (I'd go this afternoon if I didn't have my project to finish), seeing family and friends (Julia's coming! Yayness!) eating good food, and having time fly by so that I don't go crazy counting down the days until Elijah is here.
Oh, here's something funny. So apparently Jewish people have a tradition of setting a place at the table for Elijah the prophet so that they're ready when he comes and welcoming him. Matt's dad says that we'll have to set a place at the table for our Elijah, showing that we're prepared and that he can come whenever he wants. CUTE. And I had the funniest conversation with my friend, Lindsay, and this older man in the ward the other day. First off all, you need to understand that this man is very outspoken and like to make jokes that are clever knee-slappers (and at which you sometimes groan inwardly.) He was going on about how the world is still waiting for Elijah (the prophet) to come and that my baby's name is going to be Elijah (hint hint, coincidence? Well, yes. But anyway...) then my friend Lindsay says, "Elijah's already come though. Remember...the Kirtland temple?" to which this man says, "Well then who is it we're waiting for? There's someone..." and starts sortof smacking his head because he can't remember, and then Lindsay says, "Umm.....Jesus????" It was hilarious to say the least! Maybe a you-just-had-to-be-there hilarious, but still. Play it out in your mind, and give the man an Italian accent, and you'll see what I mean!
Anyway, to sum it all up, there is why December is so darn exciting.
I had a midwife appointment today, and it was all good and normal. Baby boy is still head down, and although I haven't grown much in the last couple weeks (1/2 to 1cm) my midwife isn't worried, so I'm trying not to be too. She says that babies and women's bodies go through growth spurts at different points. I don't really know! I just feel like I'm not very big, or at least, not as big as I expected to be at 8 months. I'm glad and not at the same time. I just want the baby to be healthy and strong.
Oh, here's something. Did you know that the pigmentation of your belly button can change when you're pregnant? I knew about the linea nigra thing changing colour and going a little brown but I was seriously worried that my belly button was perma-dirty, and apparently it's fine.
So there's all of the interesting things I can muster up for my post! Part of me feels better (you know, the whole "count your blessings" mentality?) and another part feels sad and blah still. I'm sure it'll go away. It always does. It's probably just because Matt's leaving to go back to work now. Pathetic huh? Haha
Anyway, I'll wrap this up now and post a recent belly photo in a couple days or so, so that you can decide for yourself if I'm not big enough. We'll see.
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