So the idea of getting posts done in a timely manner isn’t working so well. A goal for 2020 was to post at least one post a week… life has other plans. Spring time my side hustle of test prep classes picks up in anticipation for the Juniors in Colorado taking the SAT. The state pays for all juniors to take the test at school as their standardized test that they must do. So might as well do your best, right?
This means I commute an hour to teach a test prep class in the evening and drive the hour back. We also are starting a class closer to me so multiple nights a week I have stuff. I’ve been utilizing my drive time to listen to podcast about a variety of things. One topic is blogging and this week a message was to let your blog evolve. Well, you have to post to do that and planning out big posts isn’t happening with TWENTY EIGHT days left to my due date!
So you’ll see something new happening. Less planning. More honesty. Shorter posts. More randomness. All as I decide to daily journal the last month of pregnancy! Just a reflection of the day, how it went, and life thoughts… cause I’m a horrible first time parent and haven’t started the baby book, taken weekly photos, or really many of the “did it with the first one but never had time with the second” kind of actives.
So today’s reflection with 28 days left. (Technically 27 since it is 1:00am but that’s the pregnancy insomnia and heartburn)
Wednesday is a short day with students followed by meetings and the classes are shortened. They are just exhausting days. By the time you sit down it is time to go again. Nothing gets done in off hours and it is just chaos all morning. Then meetings and work all afternoon and by the end it is just exhausting! But I survived.
Sadly (but thankfully) our new class with one student got canceled. That means more rest rather than being on the go constantly and was helpful after two nights in a row commuting for classes. Pup wasn’t a fan of no park time or walk but I just needed a break.
Hubby was at training all day so he was off work early and went to the gym. He also came home early and wasn’t happy my lunch box and dishes were out and the toaster was out and a few other things. He tried to handle it well but I could tell he wasn’t happy. He did go cut some pieces to fit the crib so hopefully we can get that put together tomorrow. Before bed he also realized how much more actually needs to be done this month but we are both so busy so… yeah. When the kid comes maybe we will have time to finish preparing? Lol
Tonight’s adventure included late night, in the dark communication. The way the kid positions a foot often squishes my stomach leading to heartburn. Typically I can roll to the other side, the kid wiggles, moves the foot, and all is better. Tonight it was BAD and I had to sit up for a moment.
Of course this is when hubby wakes up and finds me sitting on the edge of the bed. Of course he starts to worry. I sign in his hand “OK” and somehow he doesn’t get it. He asks again what is wrong so I try to sign fire… he takes it as wait. I use his hand to point to my chest… mine… yours… back… oh front…
Back to spelling out heart cause he isn’t awake enough to process completely.
…h…o…(no, feel the letter!)… o… (ugh, o and e are different shapes!) … I’ll get it. The smoke alarm by the front door? I’ll take care of it. Hold on one second…
He grabs a hearing aid and I turn on a light so he can see me to explain I am OK and have heartburn! He had processed everything as I smelled smoke and the fire alarm was going off?
He should have some interesting dreams tonight… but props to him because the first time a smoke alarm decided to die at 2:00am his response was “I’ll deal with it in the morning.” 😒 I didn’t allow him to wait.
Other than being busy, getting some rest, and discovering we may not need to grocery shop this weekend (YAY!) today was an average day. Kid wiggled a lot. It tossed some elbows in my pelvis. (Ouch) I took a bath to help the hemorrhoid I now enjoy the company of. And called it a night.
Until tomorrow’s ramblings!