Every so often it hits me and I look around or at Jay and say something to the effect of: "This is like real grown up stuff." Like going to a home improvement store and buying paint and room molding. And then using said paint and molding to completely transform a room. (Side note: how neat is it that you can transform a room with a new color?) Jay and I will be giving up our long upstairs bedroom for the front bedroom downstairs in our house. It is to the left of the bathroom (proximity to that room is important these days) and is across the hall from what will be the babies' room. Giving up that upstairs spot was kind of grown up because neither of us really wanted to. It is a cool room. The dimensions are something like 13feet by 42feet and the walls are slanted with the roof giving it this cave/den/hideout effect. But it is too far away from the bathroom, will be too far away from the babies, and Jay has valid concerns about his soon to be heavily pregnant wife navigating the rather steep stairs. So we are grown ups and move downstairs. We painted the room a lovely deep royal blue color and I think I'm going to like it.
Another grown up endeavor I have recently undertaken is my goal to become good at freezer meals. My dearest friend swears by them. She goes on a mad cooking spree every so often and stocks their freezer with lots of yummy soups and casseroles and other goodies and then gets to relax some nights while supper defrosts in the fridge awaiting baking or heating up. I made one of those casseroles for supper two nights ago and made a second one at the same time to freeze. I have this grand Idea that I will continue doing that for several weeks and then by the time I really start to show I will have supper waiting for me in our deep freeze. When those run out, I have another Grander Idea that I will go on my own cooking spree (most probably with my beloved mommy's help) and prep for being unable to cook or too busy with babies by filling our freezer yet again. Only time will tell how these theories will work out. I have hope for them.
Today I am 12 weeks pregnant. That's like three months in normal people terms (when pregnant and, as I have noticed, a new parent your life seems to get broken down into weeks; its not quite normal). Which is almost, very nearly a long time. I can't help but think back to sitting in the ER with a diagnosis paper reading "Threatened Miscarriage" and thinking that getting to 12 weeks when they might be safer was impossible because it was an eternity away. And now its here. I'm in my last week of my first trimester with no current complications, no spotting for like three weeks (light as it was), and feeling pretty dern pregnant. For those who say God doesn't to miracles like He used to back in the day, I would like to politely disagree and enter Heininger Exhibits A and B. This may not be a miracle to some but it is the most amazing miracle I have ever witnessed, even overtaking being given the chance to marry Jay.
My symptoms are manageable. The nausea is only hard to deal with in the morning and when I'm hungry. The tension headaches are becoming quite bothersome but I will live, especially once I learn how better to sleep in this new body that is being invaded by welcome and beloved human parasites. Emotionally, I feel something akin to a mine cart that someone has broken the brake handle off of (thank you to those of you who flashed an Indiana Jones movie pic in your mind, you are my favorites). I've not had the angry mood swings (unless hungry, I will admit) but I have developed the ability to go from rational to gasping, lip-quivering, tear-drenching sobs. Honestly, its like a superpower its so powerful, albeit the worst superpower ever. And often, there is no trigger for these fits of tears. I just lose my ever-loving mind for a short while and then recover a few minutes later. Heaven-help Jay if it gets any worse. He may need medication.
But that's about it. We should be in our new bedroom, hopefully, this weekend and then we start some hardcore cleaning out our junk from the kiddos' room. We are enjoying this front row seat to the biggest miracle/roller coaster/acid trip we have ever been near let alone a part of. Maybe, just maybe, being a grown up isn't totally lame after all.
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