She makes her presence known. Oh does she make her presence known.
She is the calmest baby in the womb. She does her streches and kicks a bit but she is mostly calm and mellow and gentle. If this is any indication of her personality I am going to be one lucky mama come October.
But my body. I feel my body is more hers than mine right now.
Anything good has gone to baby and there is nothing left for me to use.
The smallest of tasks seem like mountains to climb.
Get out of bed? I’d rather not.
Get dressed? T-shirt and underwear are clothes enough.
Makeup? ha, that’s a good one.
Bathing? Only because the hot water relaxes my very achy body.
School work with the kids? Just plain old worksheets and book reading, no above and beyond happening around here.
Attention for my husband? Sorely lacking.
Desire to do anything at all besides lay on the couch? Nope. Just nope.
8 more weeks? How will I?