Our activities in the last week have been limited to applying sunscreen, floating in the water, and seeking some breeze by way of cruising down the lake on my aunt’s boat. Life at the lake is hard.
Trying to Not Compare Baby to an Alien
The baby’s movements have gone from a small kick here and there to full on boxing sessions against my belly button, and a series of acrobatic rolls when I’m trying to go to sleep. I love thinking of those little punches as part of the baby’s personality, but I’ll also admit, when it’s rolling around in there I can’t let myself think too much about it or I get totally weirded out that there is actually something alive in there moving and squirming around. No one wants to compare their baby to the aliens you watch move around in the peoples’ bellies before Sigourney Weaver comes to the rescue…but I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. Sadly Will has missed most of these moments of activity. It seems any time he is around the baby is totally calm. I keep telling him it may be a good sign that his voice and touch calms it down.
This week wraps up the second trimester according to most of the sources I’ve found. It seems like the second trimester flew by. It’s hard to accept that we are already in the final stretch. 13 weeks is still a significant amount of time to go, but seeing as it will be filled with a move to Turkey, trying to settle in our new life, and then moving onto Germany for the last few weeks, I think it’s safe to say time is going to fly by. I’m happy to know that if Little Bit decided to come early it would have a better than 90% chance of surviving at this point. I still want it to stay in there and bake till it’s good and ready, but I can’t help but feel impatient sometimes to meet this little person that is going to change our lives so completely.
The Last Few Weeks in NC
Time has dwindled down and I’m looking at the last three weeks at home. I’ve got one more free weekend, then a weekend with a family reunion and one last baby shower, then we leave the third weekend.
I don’t really feel sad (yet). Once again I’ve adopted my survival tactic of just not thinking about what July 26 really means. It would be easy to get caught up in thinking about leaving, and having to say goodbye again just when I’ve started to feel settled in again. Luckily unlike our last move to South Dakota, I’m REALLY excited about Turkey. At this point I’m already convinced we are going to run out of time and money long before we do everything we want to do there. It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve barely seen my husband all summer…and I miss him a lot.
This coming week I’m spending a few days with my mom and dad at the lake house then heading home for a maternity photo shoot and another doctor appointment. These days are slow and I’m trying to soak up all the relaxation and rest I can knowing that in the coming weeks and once baby arrives those things may be non-existent in my life.