Hopefully this is the last weekly update picture I'll take. No black dress picture today. The dress is hiding somewhere.
Come out, Baby Cakes!
Even though I don't have a desire to be pregnant longer, I know that babies come in their own time. Due date? Pshaw... More like guess date. Two weeks on either side is considered normal. So really, I could be looking at two more weeks of fun and excitement (although I'm not anticipating or hoping that I'll be hosting Cakes in my belly for that much longer.)
I'm amazed that I still have no new stretch marks. Perhaps the previous two did all the stretching. If only I could get what I have to go away... oh well, that's wishing. Mama marks. There's really nothing wrong with them, except that society tells us we should have perfect, flawless skin. They tell a story, though - the work my body has done for months and months to produce the beautiful, intelligent children I have. People brag about other scars and marks. Perhaps stretchmarks are brag-worthy, too.
I'm mostly just biding time, now. I have several designs for baby announcements, but for whatever reason, I'm inclined wait until after Cakes arrives to pick a design and order the papers and envelopes. I have quite a bit of baking I could do - lactation cookies, pumpkin muffins, bread.... I've been thinking about making some homemade tortillas and putting them in the freezer (which is getting quite full).
I'm trying to keep the house in the same state of "clean" that it currently is in. Which, really, I should do all the time. It's much easier to keep up with every day it than it is to let it slide till everything needs a good cleaning. I'm so glad Jude is home. He motivates me to clean. I see him cleaning something, and I'll pitch in and work along side him. Not so much for self-motivation when it comes to cleaning.
I've been trying to work out a vague plan for post-baby return to fitness. Since I want to do the 5k in April, I'll need to start doing some walking. Now, I know from previous experience that it is better for my body and mind if I play it pretty low key for the first 3-4 weeks. Makes my recovery sooooo much better. After 4 weeks, I'll be better able to evaluate where I am, and hopefully, I'll be able to get out and buy my new shoes (yay!), and start building up my minutes walking. I figure I'll have to start with something small, like 10-15 minutes a day at a slow pace, and then increasing over several weeks to a longer walks at a more brisk pace. I am so grateful for the treadmill I have in my home!