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Rambles of a Pregnant Woman....

I stress...a lot.  It's what I do.

I worry about ev-er-y-thing!  I "google" too often.  It's bad.....

Pregnancy has only made this worse.  So many people describe how wonderful pregnancy is.  Me, I am constantly plagued with the idea that something is going to go wrong.

From what I hear, when the baby gets here--the fear only gets worse....until you die.

I suppose it's only natural to worry about your child's safety.   Looking back at my mom's "paranoia" I thought she had-I fully understand, it wasn't paranoia--it was a caring loving mom being a caring loving mom.  (I love you momma--P.S.  I saw the cutest sign online the other day that read: "Great parents get promoted to GRANDPARENTS"  I thought of you guys!)

So anyways, I woke up in the middle of the night (not uncommon these days) and realized I wasn't terribly uncomfortable.  I sighed a little bit and enjoyed the warmth of my bed.  Then I realized it...I was laying on my back!  I quickly rolled back over to my side.  Ugh...uncomfortable again.  Not even thirty minutes later I wake up--once again finding myself comfortably on my back.  AGAIN I rolled back over to my side.  Being the good pregnant woman I am; I have read several of my pregnancy books that warn again laying or sleeping on your back.  After 20 weeks, the weight of the baby could restrict blood flow to myself or the baby causing complications.  I've tried pillows and such, but for some reason I wake up with pillow chucked--literally-chucked around the room, and me laying comfortably on my back.  I'm already a bad and selfish mommy.  I know I can't help it because I am doing it in my sleep--but I can't help but wake up in a panic.   I suppose my restful nights are over...and the battle will continue....

Despite how bad sleeping has been, my favorite time of the day is 9 pm and midnight. These are the times that little Haley Michelle Abbott is most active.  From what I've read, this pattern will probably continue until after she's born.  Last night I was up late baby sitting, and I think Haley was trying to pull an all nighter with me.  Usually I feel her kicks for maybe 15 minutes or so before she settles into position where she squirms less.  Well last night I am pretty sure she was having a party in my uterus from 11:40 to about 1:30.   It was a pretty cool experience (maybe she was having troubles finding a comfortable sleeping position too), but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to find it cool when she's a newborn crying.  I guess we shall see when she arrives.

Well it's Thursday which means I can officially begin celebrating the beginning of the weekend.  Ian took some extra time off this week which I am super excited about.  We have some plans to spend some time together, some time with friends, some time with family, and some time at church for a Valentine's dinner.  So this weekend should be a busy but good one.  It will be good for me to get out of the house.  Slick roads and pregnancy do not go well together so I generally avoid going out altogether when the roads are if-y.

My last random rambles goes out to the postal service.  I have to give them some major props.  I guess I didn't really realize that they will deliver mail no matter what the weather conditions are.  I ordered some books offline and received them in the middle of the blizzard (just in time)--which may have saved me from another bad case of cabin fever.  The box of books was too big to fit in the mail box, so she even got out and brought them too me at the door!  Thank you postal service!

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