It's been, and it's going to be, pretty hectic from here on out. I'm glad my energy is back and I feel pretty good as long as I don't push myself too hard. Sure I'm adding on too much weight, my belly looks like I'm trying to steal someone's basketball under my shirt, my feet cramp every day, my ankles swell every night, I lose my breath going up stairs or San Francisco hills, my back hurts, I can barely bend over to tie my shoes, the baby kicks me and tickles me equally, but it's all okay. Yes I'm content and that's just fine.
Tonight is girl's night. Three of us get together once in a while for some girl talk. Everyone's life seems to be like a soap opera lately, so it makes for some interesting conversation. Tonight, however, will be bittersweet because my doula and good friend is moving to LA. We are planning to go over the details of the baby shower and start making the birth plan. She leaves in a little over two weeks. I'll miss her weekly "appointments" to listen to the baby's heartbeat and checking my blood pressure. I'll be starting the weekly antenatal testing at the doctor's office the week she leaves, so it will be an okay transition. I prefer the low-tech, personal approach to the high-tech bells and whistles. She will be coming back to SF for the birth and stay with us for a few weeks to help out while we get adjusted to the newborn. I'll be on my own through "The Month of Anticipation" also known as July.
