This month I’m joining Leigh Kramer for What I’m Into, the July 2015 edition.
Lots of blogs, in the hopes that they will inspire me to actually write here. You can see how well that’s going by the incredible dearth of posts.
Also reading “For the Children’s Sake” By Susan Schaeffer MacCauley, “The Well Trained Mind” and “The Well Educated Mind” by Susan Wise Bauer, and “Eight Cousins” by Louisa May Alcott.
I read “Little Women” so many times that the cover of the paperback fell off, but somehow never realized that Alcott had written other novels and short stories. I’m pretty much the worst bibliophile ever. For instance, I didn’t realize that Anne of Green Gables was part of a series until late high school, when another Anne fan lent me her set, as well as the BBC movie series.
I started reading “Eight Cousins” before bed based on an episode of Tsh Oxenreider’s podcast, “The Simple Show”. In Episode 3 (I think… I listened to all current episodes while folding the laundry the other day), Tsh and her guest talk about why reading fiction before going to bed is actually beneficial. After trying it out for a few days, I can happily say they are right! I fall asleep faster and sleep easier than I did before when I was reading non-fiction, basically, extensions of my “to do” list. Fiction seems to help my brain relax in ways that cramming in one last to do never does. I like “Eight Cousins” just enough to look forward to reading it every night, but not enough to stay up way past my bedtime and deal with sleep deprivation the morning afterwards.
About holding Brooks. I’m finally getting excited to meet him, which is good considering his due date is 4 ish weeks away. Though sometimes the idea of a newborn and a 2 year old is overwhelming, I’m also getting excited for Lucy to meet him and start to grow in her big sister role. And as Ryan puts it, I’m also ready to move on. I’m not the one to really “savor” pregnancy, though there is that terrifying moment when I’m looking at my newborn baby’s face and thinking “Oh my goodness, you were so much safer inside! What have I done?!” but it only lasts for a moment until common sense (and a healthy dislike of being pregnant) prevail. 40 weeks feels like one big pause where we are waiting with bated breath, envisioning all the what if’s that could maybe possibly happen, over which we have no real way to prepare for or prevent. Birth is finally getting to unpause and move on.
Lots of nesting. Lots and lots of nesting. Meal planning, housework schedule making/following, freezer food preparations and lots of one on one time with Lucy. Currently her favorite game is “baby” where she gets to be the baby and I get to be the mommy. Creative genius runs strong in this household. Anyway, she runs around making “Doo doo Dada” sounds which are usually cute and some weird whine/cry/squeal that makes me want to push her off the couch each and every time. I don’t. But I want to.
Also napping. Third trimester exhaustion has reared it’s ugly head. I’m thankful that the first trimester level exhaustion is not also accompanied by first trimester morning sickness. Silver lining.
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