It’s not the heat…
You know, we lived in Georgia when I was a kid. Heat was an expected condition of the weather, and it was pretty much always humid. The plants and trees were all thick and lush - lots of tropical greenness everywhere. So when I explain to you now that it has been too fucking damn humid for the past few days, know that I don’t say this lightly. It’s like the gods are steam-ironing Chicago. Most unpleasant. And most sticky.
Otherwise, life is pretty good. I spent a lovely Saturday out in ‘burbia with my family, visiting from place to place. My oldest nephew Evan II is in town, and so I got to see him, along with my youngest nephew, Tylan who lives “here” in NW Indiana (they’re brothers). And grandparents and aunts and uncles and everyone, everyone! It was great - I really enjoyed myself. My grandmother talked to me about when she was pregnant, I really enjoyed that.
My ligaments are softening. The end result of farther-widening pelvic bones will be great, but in the meantime, it causes me to limp occasionally, and to suffer the occasional sudden sharp pain in my hip. I’ve started to get a few Braxton-Hicks contractions (for those who don’t know, these are contractions that start later in the pregnancy, and don’t really do much if anything to advance labor - practice contractions). These are barely even uncomfortable - a general tightening. They happen late at night, and are a good indicator that I should be in bed. I do some bellydance-type stretches and that makes me more comfortable.
Fetus is moving so much, so dramatically, that it makes me a tiny bit anxious. I mean, I know in my brain that there’s probably nothing wrong, and that Fetus’ enthusiasm is a good sign, but it’s just so intense, and it’s in my belly. It made some big moves yesterday that even Ian was impressed by - enough for him to exclaim in amazement. Supposedly it’ll settle down and move around less as it gets bigger and starts to run out of room, but I don’t know… I just hope it’s this excited about getting out, when the time comes.
I was going to write more, but it’s getting hotter, and I’ve been up almost 2 hours (it’s just about 7 am). I might have to pick this up later. Have a great day, everyone.
Later,
Atena Oyadi
