I woke up this morning with a huge lump on the left side of my belly that was rather tender to touch. Baby shifted right mid-morning, and now we’re centered once again. I’m growing immune to some of his movements. Nathan will rest his hand on my belly and say, “Oh, look! He’s moving.” And I feel nothing. I’m wondering if the severity of his movements have possibly dulled my pain sensitivity. And if that’s the case, does that apply to labor pains? Oh please, dear God, apply to my labor pains! It may sound odd, but I started praying about the delivery the moment I found out I was pregnant. I’m terrified of pain, and the idea of hours and possibly days of continuous agony doesn’t sound like anything fun. Everyone says to focus on the outcome, but I can’t seem to see past the pain right now. Yikes! (Though I can’t wait to kiss my baby’s little tiny toes!)
Last night, Nathan and I set up our baby furniture.
It was surprisingly easy—but maybe that’s because I didn’t do much of the assembly. (And please pardon my lack of makeup and the fact that I’m wearing pajamas.)
I played photographer and took shots of the soon-to-be daddy eyeing the parts and considering their assembly.
The swing gave Nathan the most trouble, but even then, he quickly figured out how to get it in order.
I guess that’s what you get for being a fancy-pants Ph.D student. I would like to mention that I assembled and attached the swing’s mobile, and I feel like I did a pretty amazing job. We’ve yet to tackle the crib as there’s no place to put it for the moment, but we’re setting up for our family of three. Baby Bean will be here soon!
