3 more weeks has passed since my last update and we all made it through the holiday season without major injuries or homocide. (It was quite a challenge) I am rapidly approaching the third trimester and it is scary. I am so not ready for this baby to be here yet; I remember thinking the same thing with L too. I wanted to have L's big boy room completed by Feb 1st so we can get him used to it. Nothing much has been done on that front. And until we have him in his new room, we can't get the nursery girl-ified. So yeah, I feel like I have an overwhelming list of things that need to get done. Most days I wish I could just stay home and get all the stuff that I need to do as a wife and especially mother done, but I also have a full time job. There are just not enough hours in the day for me right now.
On top of all that, my depression has started to kick back in. I was doing good for the past months, but I can feel it getting worse slowly. I think I am going to have to go back on meds sooner than I would like.
On a happier note, our little girl is kicking up a storm on my bladder every evening and night. It is so cool to feel her moving around inside me (a little freaky at times too) and it is a great reminder of why I am powering through the bad days. There is a light at the end of this pergnancy tunnel. Hopefully a good eating, good sleeping, colic free light. I am still craving cheezeburgers and other fatty, protien rich foods. I could eat swedish meatballs for every meal and not be sick of it for months. Mmmmm…. Great, now I am hungry again.