It’s hard to walk now. I have shooting nerve pain through my legs and back when I go shopping. I feel so heavy. Which I am, but mostly this baby boy is riding right on my cervix and the pressure is extreme.
I’m glad because I’m hoping that means, like his siblings’, his labor will be short!
Everything lately for me is about simplifying. I don’t want any extra work of any sort. If the kids ask to do a craft or have a friend over or go somewhere or pretty much anything I have to stop myself from thinking they’re crazy for even asking. They don’t get (at all) that this week before delivery is like the rest of pregnancy pain x 1,000.
Even something as simple as trying to walk to the car after a particularly annoying shopping trip, and having them stop and climb up on these ball things in front of Target, when I told them not to, because I just wanted to get to the car and sit, was frustrating.
I have to just bite my tongue a million times a day and try to remember I’m the broken one right now.
I got a magnetic nativity scene from a craft store. I’ve already pulled out a few Christmas toys for the kids to play with. I wouldn’t mind completely skipping Thanksgiving and just plunging into Christmas. I’d like that a lot, actually.
Because of holiday season Brooklyn is back to her extreme picky eater ways. She’s always a picky eater but any time she gets any kind of a treat she’s beyond picky. Way, way beyond. It’s super annoying to have to deal with a 10 year old picky eater.
Sometimes Ember really loves bananas and sometimes she hates them. She’s like that with most foods. One day something will be her favorite and she’ll want like 5 servings of it and then the next week she’ll act like you’re offering her the grossest thing she’s ever seen. lol