Monday, October 21, 2013

Meme's 80th Birthday

These last two months have moved so quickly. Honestly, even though exhausted at times, I am glad. Time moving quickly means my pregnancy is moving along in the midst. Even now, it will be just less than two weeks until November and the start of the holidays. I told Andrew I will probably become a little more crazy as each holiday and event we have planned passes, and the full on nesting mode will set in.

I have felt a lot more energy and strength in this pregnancy. Although I hardly feel energetic at times, I can clearly remember back to my pregnancy with Blanche and just how awful I felt. I was telling Andrew just last night that I can remember back to how painful it felt just to stand and wash the dishes. Probably all of my third trimester with Blanche I was in pain. I was sore and swollen. I remember just bending over at the sink wondering how other women did it. But then again, at 37 weeks I measured 42 inches one day. Meaning I could have been as big as a normal pregnant woman two weeks past due… at 37 weeks. This pregnancy, I am measuring right along with the week I should be, and I can be on my feet all day and even though I might be tired, there is no swelling, I am so thankful for that.

Even though I am stronger I know I have to set limits for myself and Blanche as well. I tend to be a people pleaser and try to do too much sometimes. Lately though, I have been trying to work on that, as I have seen in some cases I am hurting myself and Blanche by trying to keep going. Blanche is an energetic toddler, and I can be a very tired pregnant woman. I am learning that a slow pace is a good pace.

I think I write all this because even over a month ago, when Blanche and I flew up to see my family, I thought maybe I had pushed myself too much. Flying with a toddler while pregnant, being the only parent for seven days in a completely new environment… it can be tough. To be honest, by the end of Meme's party I was almost in tears. The way our ride had worked out and how long the party lasted, I was with Blanche in a restaurant for almost three hours. I walked with her. Let her ride the mechanical horse. Set rules about staying in the room. Enforced rules. A couple of people offered to hold her, but anyone who knows Blanche knows that she doesn't really want to be held. And in the midst of it all, some distant family member thought it was the appropriate time for fat jokes. Pregnant is not fat. And I don't like fat jokes. At all. I know he was kidding, but pregnant woman aren't really known for their sense of humor are they?

I felt a little unprotected without Andrew there. I view myself as a pretty strong and independent person if I put my mind to it. But, there is something wonderful about having Andrew there to help me physically and emotionally.

But now, after I am home and look back at these pictures, I see that it was all worth it. I am so glad my dad and step mom flew me up to surprise Meme. I am happy to have these pictures of Meme, and to see so much joy from her realizing her life is being celebrated. In my post about going Meme's house the pictures I took that day also show me how happy she was to have Blanche there. That day when we left her house, she was just so happy. I have seen my Meme go through a lot of pain in her life, even just the short years I have been here. To see my grandmother not just aging but happy and joyful for her blessings made every ounce of hard work worth it to me.

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