almost thirty-three. that means seven weeks to go before we meet this little guy. today, seven weeks sounds too short and i think i felt more ‘ready’ in the second trimester than i do right now. right now, all i feel is tired.
i’m afraid my big belly has made me a little bit of recluse. i’m using my energy to finish the tasks of homelife and get through my two-hour lessons — and also getting out of bed and off the couch, that sort of thing. i’m happy to see people and to entertain, as long as no one makes me go anywhere.
last night, we had a bbq and friends stayed till 12:30. i made apologies and went to bed at 9:30. perhaps that says it all.
forgive me, i must interrupt this exciting post to reprimand a toddler for banging his feet on the window during naptime.