I haven't blogged in awhile. Lately I haven't even been motivated enough to get the things accomplished that I really need to, let alone taking the time to write about it. And everything I have to say always seems to be bitching about something, and that's no fun. So I will bitch for a minute but then move on.
I am at 35 weeks, and I am counting the days. My pregnancy itself is not problematic or high risk or anything, but my own body seems to be falling apart. Little things, like having to drink about a gallon of water every day just to stay hydrated enough to function, and big things, like the now-famous side pain. I say now-famous because I think I've complained to everyone under the sun about this one. But honestly, it's an excruciating pain in my side that I get when I sit, stand, eat, drink, or do anything other than lay on my left side. And after two pregnancies with the increasingly bad pain, a trip to the ER, urgent care, several doctors, and a desperate visit to Labor and Delivery, I finally got someone to take an ultrasound and look around in there... only to find out that they don't see anything, and they're chalking it up to "being pregnant. Could be muscular." Only it's that one muscle that doesn't respond to Tylenol, heating pads, ben gay, or muscle relaxers. Believe me when I say that my cheerful, easygoing days as an OB patient are over. I am now "that woman". The bitchy one. That is what weeks and weeks of chronic pain that no one can fix will do to you. There's more to why I am now rather unpleasant when I show up for my appointments, but it's not worth explaining. Just trust me when I say they deserve the bitchiness directed their way.
Ok, so the happy stuff. Heather's friend Beth (the homebirth lady) wears her kid around in one of those baby slings. I don't think I'd ever seen one in real life, but it's pretty cool. I asked her some questions about it, and did some research, and discovered it's not just for infants. I have one of those frontpack carrier things, but I've probably used it less than ten times between my kids because it's uncomfortable and difficult to get them in and out of. Plus after they're a few months old, they're just too heavy to have hanging off the front of you. Long story short, I ended up purchasing a baby sling called a New Native carrier, and I've been carrying Bean around in it for the last few weeks. It is sooo awesome! I can't carry her on my own for long distances because I'm too fat and I run out of air. This way, I put her in the sling, flip her around so she's on my back, and go-- she loves it and it's really comfortable for me. I'll have to get a picture on here. I get asked about it almost every time I wear it-- is it comfortable, where did you get it, etc. I love it to death and everyone should get one. Plus both my hands are free, which is helpful. I consider it my best baby investment ever.
The other thing I got recently are a pair of Squeaky Shoes for Bean. Basically, they're shoes with little squeakers in them, and they are too cute. She thinks they're the greatest and is always bringing them to me to put on. And when we go places people all think they're the cutest darn thing. Plus I can always tell where she is because I can hear her squeaking around.
I got the squeaky shoes off ebay, along with an entire winter wardrobe for the kids. For a few weeks, I was obsessed with ebay and was buying left and right. Then I decided that I too could be a powerseller... dumbest idea ever. Because not only does it take forever to list stuff and figure out shipping costs, but then if it sells you actually have to ship it. And I loathe going to the post office to begin with... I will stick to being a buyer. But not for awhile, because once I start I can't seem to stop, and then I get addicted to receiving packages in the mail. It's insane. I'm insane.
So to divert myself from my dangerous ebay addiction, I've been knitting away at the old woolypants, size tiny. Well, and Bean needs some bigger ones too. My fingers are a little cripply again, and I've been frustrated by trying to find a pattern that I think will work on a child that I can't measure, but I'm working on it. I've read that the cloth diapering experience is a constant quest for improvement, and I believe it. I'm always looking for new and better ways to go about it. Is it more complicated than just choosing between Pampers or Huggies? Sure. But I still kind of like the challenge.
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