I don’t mind at all. :) Probably this weekend, if Kyle is off. But! We won’t be having the party and telling everyone else until later on.
I N F J; (listen) a mix for the gentle nurturer who is patient and intuitive; for those who inspire with the warmth of their hearts, but still maintain a deep and beautiful complexity; for the imaginative, the mystical, the passionate. the infj.
"live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual"
i. heart of gold // neil young, ii. shine // birdy, iii. silence // bastille, iv. her breath is the wind mashup, v. elastic heart // sia, vi. honest // the neighborhood, vii. if // joni mitchell, viii. cedar lane // first aid kit
I’ve got a piece of paper and envelope already set out for tomorrow, I am getting so anxious. I had to have so many ultrasounds with Sophie by now that I feel like I sort of took being able to see her so often for granted.
I started up a registry, it’s not done.. But it’s basically a reminder of things we want to buy after we move.
My eye doctor appointment is Wednesday and I can’t wait for that either because I’ve been having terrible migraines that might have something to do with wearing such old glasses.
whackamolly That’s what I planned on doing, I just overthink too much when it comes to wording. Lol
Breastfeeding while pregnant hasn’t been easy. It’s been extremely painful, more so than when I first started breastfeeding. My supply has fluctuated to being barely existent to being as engorged as I was in the beginning. ‘Gymnurstics’ with a growing baby belly has been one of the most uncomfortable experiences. There are days when I want to give up and try to ween her. But! I’m so happy that I was able to provide that extra punch of nutrition and stick to my original plan to let her self ween.
She’s cut down to one to two times a day, sometimes three and sometimes not at all. I don’t know if this is a normal time to cut back, if me being pregnant is changing the taste, or what but I have a feeling that it won’t be too much longer until she decides to ween herself.
In less than 24 hours we’ll be seeing our little fetus, pretty much for the first time since at first scan he/she was just a blur. I’m still not sure how I’m going to go about asking the technician to write the gender down instead of tell us right away, but I’m pretty excited.
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Sophie’s sleep schedule has gone a little wonky. She’ll go to bed somewhere between 12am-4am and wake up at 10:30am then she’ll take a two hour nap between 12pm-2pm. I’ve been trying to get her back to going to bed at a reasonable time but I’m not going to lie, sleeping in has been wonderful, especially with how bad my fatigue has been this pregnancy.
I need a new bra, I’ve gone a cup size up… but I hate shelling out the money for something temporary when it could go to Sophie or the baby. I’ve got severe mom guilt going on.
Baths after Sophie goes to bed have became my livelihood. I’ve been in so much pain this pregnancy, it sucks.