Finding Joy in Broken Feet

I think I just ate all of my daily Weight Watcher points in breakfast alone.  I'm obviously not counting points while pregnant, but it occurred to me that one of my favorite things about being pregnant is I can eat two eggs, a chicken sausage and and English muffin with peanut butter and not feel guilty about.  Not. One. Bit.  Little James needs the protein and sure I'll have a lot to lose, but I feel healthy so what does it really matter?  Quite a big change from the first tri-mester isn't it.

Getting this nursery together has been taking all of my weekend time.  I have spent the last three or four weekends working on it.  It's almost done!  I have all of the clothes washed and will put them away sometime this week.  I still need to figure out what to put on the walls but I think it's looking pretty good!

All of the baby stuff that I've collected was waiting in our downstairs "craft" room.  At one time it was a craft room, then it had all of our skis in it, then the treadmill, then all the baby stuff...it had a short life as a craft room.  I've moved all the baby stuff out and into the nursery or around the house, cleaned it out totally, and we'll put our spare trundle bed down there.  It's been a big job, but it's worth it.  

I would consider that nesting.  But the cleaning hasn't started yet. I'm really anticipating deep cleaning but I'm plumb worn out.  I stayed home sick from work due to insomnia, aches, swelling everything, random contractions...you name it.  I felt terrible on Friday and laid around with my feet up most of the day.  Yesterday I felt better but still had to stop to take breaks and rest (and catch up on phone calls!). 

I am still convinced that this is my favorite trimester, even though when I stand up my feet feel like they are breaking.  Watching and feeling James move and wiggle and hiccup and shake is so amazing.  I love this little guy in a way I didn't understand fully before.  The other night when he moved I could make out a distinctive knee.  I can't wait to hold him and nurse, and watch how his daddy reacts when he is born.