Last week was a really tough week. I was constantly stuck at home, alone, without a car, and overwhelmed, and in, or near, tears all the time. The combination of hubby working and being on-call all weekend (and working all week on both sides of that weekend), having my car in the shop (therefore being stuck at home unless I got up and drove him to work), not sleeping at night, and surging pregnancy hormones, wreaked havoc on my mood. I was feeling that time is running out and I’m not going to be able to get the baby’s room together, or finish preparing for my natural birth in time – especially as I’m getting bigger and more uncomfortable and more handicapped and sleeping less by the day. Plus, I’m already prone to depression, having spent many years clinically depressed and on meds for it – I had to quit my meds cold-turkey when I got pregnant. So I was tearful and hopeless, but I kept telling myself that it would pass, and it has.
So my usual advice about depression still stands – always keep in mind that it will pass – at least for awhile. And now here I am, feeling pretty good. My belly is even bigger than in that pic, which was taken a week and a half ago, and I have plenty of pregnancy pains and ailments, but emotionally, I’m doing well again. We spent the morning eating french toast and listening to NPR‘s This American Life, then Hubby puttered around with his kitchen herb garden while I worked on finishing knitting a Christmas scarf that I have to mail to my mother-in-law by Monday. I also got him to install the new shower-head in our bathroom and as soon as he’s done using it, we’ll take a look at putting together that crib, which someone lent to us and, and which came without instructions.
A couple of things that have been entertaining me lately: bad baby names, and podcasts. As for the bad baby names. Hubby has been posting one a day on his Facebook page for a couple of months. Some of our favorites:
All boys names because we’re having a boy. Somehow we find this a better use of our time than actually coming up with a suitable name for our son.
The podcasts have been entertaining me during my many uncomfortable hours of insomnia, as well as the daily walks Hubby insists I take to keep in shape for labor. I’ve been listening to knitting shows and anything I can find about birth and pregnancy. My favorite pregnancy show so far is called Baby Time, although, the couple that does the podcasts about their pregnancies with their two boys have very different views about birth than I do, which I’ll discuss in a future post.