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wow. way worse than last time.

10 May

this time, i’m putting no pressure on myself to do this every day. just when i’m feeling it. i think pressure is part of my problem.

1. compression stockings

yeah, they’re pretty sweet, and i do feel like a grandma. but, my feet are so swollen and miserable unless i wear these bad boys all day, that i can’t help but love them and feel grateful for them. i’ve tried putting my feet up, i’ve tried massaging them (or having my husband massage them), i’ve got multiple types of pregnancy and stinging nettle teas… nothing works except these compression stockings.

funnily enough, assuming summer was coming, as it was gorgeous that week, i got the toe-less version so i could wear them with my flip-flops (which let me tell you, looks amazing), and of course, the day i got them, it started raining and hasn’t really stopped…

but i still wear them and i still wear them with my flip-flops. just around the house. and really, i probably wouldn’t even be able to wear any of my other shoes without them, so…

2. healthy, happy baby boy

okay, no, that isn’t actually a picture of the boy, but he’s in there. and you can DEFINITELY see him…

but he’s doing well, he’s already turned head down and he’s ready to go at any moment. though we are hoping that he waits for my mom to get here and you know, for us to get his mattress, diapers and a few other important things like that…

every day i feel him moving, kicking and getting the hiccups and i’m so grateful and so happy, not only with him but with where i am in my life and the future that my husband, the baby and i are creating together. i wouldn’t have it any other way.

3. birds singing

i have a yard. and windows everywhere. and sun roofs. and a big, light, airy house from which i can hear the birds singing all day long (out of my multitudes of windows). i can listen to the birds and look out the window or even go outside in my bare feet and not have to walk down stairs or cross anyone else’s apartment and stand in my grass and look at the sun or feel the rain (more likely here) and listen to the birds and it’s just wonderful.

though we still want for things and there are still cans of paint and a ladder sitting in the living room and our guest room is basically where we store all our thousands (seriously) of cardboard boxes, i am so happy to wake up here and to move about our house, listening to the birds and thinking about our little boy being with me soon and what he’ll hear in the birds’ song and how glorious it’ll be to go outside with him and put our feet in the grass beside our very own garden.

and i’m so grateful to my husband for giving me all the things that he can.