I am tired. I am huge. I am ready for the baby to be born. I am not ready for the baby to be born. It is a mixed bag over here.
I was pretty energetic during the first few days of our trip to the cabin, and then all of a sudden my body remembered I was pregnant. A canoeing day trip and two short hikes did me right in. I decided I better take it slow for the remainder of the trip. Although, I have to say, my back felt better than it has in weeks, so maybe keeping it loose is the answer.
At my last appointment, the baby was head down, but I have been experiencing some of those lovely cervical kicks the past few days, so maybe it has moved, or maybe it is just punching me, I don't know. I didn't have those with Clare, and all I can say is OUCH. They hurt.
I don't think this baby is as active as Clare was, but maybe it is just that I am more active this time. When I was pregnant with Clare I was sitting at a desk five days a week and commuting an hour a day, not chasing a very energetic (and somewhat bratty) 2-year-old around the park.
When I was pregnant with Clare, I went on a Harry Potter kick. All I wanted to do was reread Harry Potter - I had no interest in reading anything else. This time it is Jane Austen. I have been rereading my favorite Austen novels and watching my various Austen DVDs. Oh, and my sister and I went to see Pride and Prejudice at the Guthrie. I didn't think Pete Campbell could pull off Mr. Darcy, but he did.
My goal for this week: finally set up the baby's room. It is still not unpacked. It also occurred to me that it might be a good idea to have a diaper changing station downstairs as well so I don't have to constantly walk up and down the stairs to change the baby. I know! I am a genius. Because duh.
Ben and I finally had a real discussion about names. (Sidebar: before our discussion, every time I mentioned the topic he would insist that we name the baby George. He doesn't really like this name, he was just trying to irritate me. Well, you can imagine his glee when the royal baby was named George. Sigh.) Anyway, I don't really have a favorite of the names we picked out. I like them all, but I am not super excited about any of them. Anyone have any cute name ideas they'd like to share? Maybe I should be one of those people who puts a poll on Facebook and decides on the name that way. Or not.
So in summary, 33 weeks: tired, fat, not ready, ready. Oh, and Ben thinks I am going to walk around the State Fair in a few weeks. HAHAHAHA. Ha. I would like someone to bring me a Pronto Pup and some Sweet Martha's Cookies, though. I'll be here on the couch watching Sense and Sensibility for the 50th time.