I am still pregnant. 39 weeks to be exact. Finally had some progress of being 1cm dilated, but not effaced. Better than nothing I guess, but in reality not much change. It’s funny knowing at the absolute safest max I’ll be pregnant for no more that 3 more weeks and hopefully it’s only like 1 more week. At this point Samantha was already a week old so this is uncharted prego territory for me.
|Yes, Samantha ate all of those watermelon slices|
|A plum ripening on our tree|
As much as I’m dying to have my pelvis and back feel normal again (not to mention my baby boy in my arms) the wait hasn’t really bothered me too terribly much. I’m soaking up the beginnings of Summer with my family. Waking up to cool quiet mornings, spending warm afternoons in the backyard with oldies music playing while visiting with my mother and watching Samantha play in the pool, crab sand box, and eating fresh fruit. Lets not leave out us experiencing BBQ’ing again. The last time we lived in a place where we used our BBQ was our first year of marriage (It will be 6 years in July we’ve been married).
It doesn’t take much to thrill me these days. Maybe it’s because I physically can’t do a whole lot. Daily life stuff like watching the birds taunt my pug (even though she loves it), popping fresh popcorn (now that I figured out how to make the flippin popper work), plucking plums off our tree before the squirrels get to them, a cool breeze blowing through my house, watching Brad getting charged at by our little bull of a baby when he walks in the door from work… these things cause me to sigh with contentment and pray my thankfulness. Nothing super extraordinary, but lately they’ve all had a special glow to me.