Recently it had begun to feel like we existed in the perpetual state of being on the road. Mostly it felt like this because - we were.
We've been traveling more often than not since April of 2012 and several of the boxes we opened upon move-in contained things we hadn't seen since. Unpacking was like opening Christmas presents or wedding gifts all over again. We got rid of a lot of household "stuff" when we began our recent nomadic explorations so it was interesting to see what we had deemed worthy of storing. Silverware and pottery plates from our wedding gifts, framed photographs and keepsakes were so much fun to find places for around the apartment. We felt like newlyweds again.
There are always things going on in Granbury. Memorial Day saw parades and vendors spilling out from the courthouse square. All of my immediate family were able to converge in Granbury for Memorial Day weekend to see our new apartment and we enjoyed lots of fun time together.
In regard to our recent post of our Baby Prep Top 3, we can now cross number one off the list! Yeah! The rest is details. And no, we haven't figured out either where this baby will be born, or what all we need to take care of him.
At least he is doing his part and growing well! Geoff and I realized with alarm this week when counting the days that we missed a week along the way. It just disappeared. Somehow I thought I was 32 weeks along, 2 weeks in a row. It caused quite moment of panic when we did the math yesterday and realized we did NOT have 7 1/2 weeks - only 6 1/2. And that's just to the July due date - no telling when his actual birthday will be. !!! We can't wait to meet him but are still treasuring this time of life we are in.
I especially am savoring more moments each day than I necessarily intend to as volcanic heartburn and this fantastic restless leg thing keep me up at night. I anticipated cramping, but instead my legs keep a bizarre tension and randomly spaze out, kicking anything in range. Our poor dog is no longer keen on sleeping with us at night - poor Reyah. I really didn't mean to kick you in the nose!
So bedtime has become an exercise in balancing in an upright position to keep the acid down, while not falling out of bed when my legs try to escape without me. In the meantime, baby boy is most active at night and so we enjoy our time together no matter how much my body rebels against us. We've agreed, however, that we will both work to sleep better at night after he's born and leave the intimate hang out time for the daylight hours. We'll see how that goes. Here's hoping he sleeps like his daddy.
So, though feeling exhausted, sore, and just plain awkward as I grow right along with my baby boy, we're LOVING this. Oh, and in addition to forgetting what week we are in pregnancy, we also have forgotten all about that weekly picture thing. Seems like just yesterday he was only 30 weeks...
Hope to update you with a visual of how he's growing soon!