Pregnancy Update

I realize I haven't written a whole lot about being pregnant. This is simply because I would hate to validate anyone's supposition that I whine and complain a lot. For that matter, I would like to to live in the delusion that the Hormones from Hell do not affect me. And when you suggest otherwise I will go cry in a corner.

The truth is this has been my hardest pregnancy thus far, and I'm not sure if it's because I have 2 other young children demanding my energy and attention, or if it's because this is my 3rd child in 3 years. That can do rough things on both mind and body.

"How are you feeling?" Fat and Tired. Seriously, I'm never quite sure how to answer that question. "I feel like I am an elephant gestating for 2 years straight while lumbering around trying to chase the rest of the herd." Better? I DO feel healthy. I started at a lower weight than last and have not gained a whole lot, so that is at least psychologically comforting. Not fitting into friends' maternity clothes can shatter that in an instant, though. This time, though, it definitely has more to do with my belly than my butt. Hey, I'll take it! All the health-related pregnancy points are looking good, for which I am very thankful!

We have nicknamed this Baby according to his/her due date - the saint's feast is St. Boniface. It is also my mother-in-law's birthday. (No pressure, kid...) We're calling him/her Boniface or Bonnie-Connie. (I would like to emphasize that this is a nickname.) I can't even begin to describe the immense amusement I get from watching people's faces when they overhear us call him/her that. Simple pleasures.

Boniface is VERY active. I would say he has a favored way for Mama to sit - slightly reclining with my feet up can induce some serious Olympics. Of course, since this is Mama's favorite position these days *cough cough* ... I feel him(her) a lot. I find such joy in the little, or not so little, movements. Sometimes on a day like today when my attention has been, uh, somewhat diverted, she'll wake up right when I sit down. It's a nice reminder that he's ready to listen to
me talk just for him for a change. I can just spend a few minutes of quality time. Of course, there is the "Really kid? Your sisters have been bouncing off me and each other all morning and you wait until my quiet time to start your round?" response. Despite the exhaustion, there is indescribable joy to feeling Boniface jumping and moving, reminding me that I will meet him/her soon.