29 Weeks

One of my first thoughts today was, I can't wait until I get home so I can go back to sleep. When you start off the day thinking that, it's not a good sign. I was extremely tired this morning, but part of that was my fault. I was going to go to sleep right after dinner at 9:30, but I ended up staying up so I could watch a couple shows on tv. Why did we finish dinner at 9:30? Because we didn't get home from choir practice until nearly 9:00.

Yesterday, I taught Sunday School for the first time in over a year, because Wes needed me to fill in for him with the youth class. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and I thought for a brief moment that I might want to do that again on a regular basis. Then I reminded myself that the baby is due in less than three months. I am resolved to not take on any new responsibilities between now and then, because I have no idea what my recovery is going to be like.

I left Sunday School feeling energized, but all of that energy was sapped from me by the time morning worship was over. There were about seven or eight little kids (little, meaning under the age of six) who sat on the pew in front of me. One of the ladies sat right in the middle of them. Well, she clearly had her hands full, so another lady and I sat on each end to help her. They were very antsy - putting hymnals on top of their heads (instead of singing from them), ripping up their bulletins into shreds, talking, etc. One tried to give another girl a piggy back ride while we were singing. I told him to stand up and then without thinking about it scooped up the little girl and put her on my hip. About halfway through the song I realized I shouldn't be holding her. By the time that song and the next one were over, my body was telling me it was more than ready for me to put her down. I've never been more happy when it was time for children's church.

After church, we went over to Aunt Karen's for lunch. Everyone in my family was there. We visited with them for a little while and then went home so that Wes would have time to prep for his lesson and I would have time to rest before church in the evening. By the time we got home, ate dinner, and watched a little tv, it was 11:00 before I went to bed. So needless to say, I was exhausted when I woke up this morning.

It seems like since I started the third trimester, I've been moving much slower. I've been making a point to do that, especially at work, but I've also been getting tired faster. Wes and I went to Office Max this weekend to buy a padded stool/chair. He put it together for me on Saturday, and then we took it to my classroom to make sure it was the right height. Having that at work made all the difference in the world today! It was so much more comfortable than the bar stool I'd been using previously.

The swelling in my hands has continued, but it seems to happen more when I'm at home. The doctor's not worried about it right now, but that's because my blood pressure is fine. In talking to my dad yesterday, though, I realized that some of the things I've been eating have a high sodium content, so that's one reason for the swelling. Hopefully between watching my salt intake, drinking more water, and staying off my feet as much as possible, I won't have any excessive swelling.

My 3-hour glucose tolerance tests is this Wednesday. I am not looking forward to that at all. At least Wes will be there though, so I won't have to worry about driving.

I know I've said this at least a few times in my blog recently, but I am so thankful for Wes. He has been so supportive throughout this entire pregnancy, and I really can't imagine doing it without him. Whatever I need, he does it without complaint. When we bought the chair this weekend, I cringed when I saw the price ($99.99). I asked if he was sure he didn't mind me getting that for work, and he said, "If it means you will stay off your feet and make a point to sit down more, then so be it." We also went grocery shopping right after that, and he was a huge help with that. We had the "divide and conquer" mentality while we were shopping. He'd go one way, I'd go another, and we'd meet in the middle whenever we had our items. He also pushed the buggy (shopping cart), loaded everything into the car, and carried all of the bags inside when we got home. It actually went really fast with him there, and something that I normally dread doing was actually pleasant this time.

Honestly, I've never seen a man more excited to become a father. When I mentioned the prepared childbirth (aka, lamaze) classes, there was no resistance. It was a given that we would go together. And he loves to hear me talk about Isaac and feel him kick. While we were resting yesterday afternoon, Wes was talking about something, and Isaac started to kick. I showed him where to put his hand to feel the kick, and we both waited quietly. We didn't feel anything at first, so I told Wes to start talking again. As soon as he heard his daddy's voice, Isaac started moving again. Wes loved that...and I loved seeing his eyes light up and the smile on his face.

My Aunt Sherry said recently that this is a really exciting time for me and Wes. It definitely is. I can't wait for Isaac to come into the world!