80 Days....

80 days seems so much longer than 11 weeks. I'll stick to 11 weeks to go. I've been trying to remain as active as possible. Yesterday Andy and I spent the day in the yard weeding, mulching, and later cleaning out the garage. I guess we are both nesting. Or on the other hand, we really just have a shit load of work to do before we know our lives will become consumed by Roter (our baby's nickname, a mix between Roma and Porter).

Our friends had a baby last night and boy was I jealous! Somehow it feels like I am stuck being pregnant longer than everyone else which is of course ridiculous.

The truth of the matter is this is rather boring. But amazing at the same time. Every time Roter moves or kicks, I am reminded of how special this all is. But when I want to go out and not get tired, or to fit into my regular jeans, or have a glass of wine in our NEW back yard, I am less-than-thrilled with my current physical status.

Anyway I began this blog for two reasons:\
1. as a sort of journal for myself and maybe the baby later on...
2. to vent and think about all the things pregnancy and the medical establishment put you through

Today I am skewing journal...
woke up stiff as hell, as usual. Came downstairs and turned on my favorite Sunday show-- Sunday Morning. I heart sunday mornings in general. And this morning I tailor-sat on the carpet with a cup of coffee for about 45 minutes then stretched out. It felt SO good. One thing I have noticed in pregnancy is that since life slows down so drastically, you begin taking the time to really appreciate small things, like taking 10 minutes to stretch. Or sit in the back yard and just look at the trees. It's very different from how I have ever been before and I like this new emerging part of myself.

Later this morning Kris and I met up for a dog walk and Dutchie was a little angel. Then got to see Andy at TJ's while I picked up snacks for tonight's 5th Bradley class.

Eek! Our 5th. We barely practice. We are both nervous, and not sure how this whole "natural birth" thing will go. It's difficult because Andy works so many nights-- but we also just forget. Part of me thinks hey, Roter is coming out one way or another so this isn't really a test I can fail, right?

Now I need to research episiotomies to report in class so off I got. Happy Day 80 B.R. (Before Roter)