Jimmy Legs, A Case of the Mondays...All Week, and That Baby has Devil Eyes

So I have now entered not only the late days of summer, but it seems that I have also entered the part of the pregnancy where very little is comfortable.  I am now in my 33^rd week and am finding it hard to stay in one position for very long.  Hannah continues to enjoy lodging her foot into my rib which makes it uncomfortable to sit for long.  Standing sometimes provides some relief, but then the heaviness of my tummy starts to catch up.  The only relief right now is to lie on my back for a little while until gravity does its job.

However, once in the laying position, the tossing and turning starts and the Jimmy Legs begin (Seinfeld reference).  Theses random kicks mainly come when I am on my back, but they can also come about while on either of my sides.  My Jimmy Legs were diagnosed by Clark.  Apparently Nixon (our 4 legged daughter) shares my affliction, which causes her to get kicked out of our bed and put in her cage.  I am hoping this isn’t my fate as well, although, Nixon is a good snuggler.  Needless to say, sleep has been difficult recently, both for me and by consequence, Clark as well.

This lack of sleep has been routine for the past two weeks or so.  It is starting to take its toll.  Motivation to roll myself out of bed each morning and waddle into the office has been hard to come by.  I compare this feeling to having a case of the Mondays, all week long.  I have had fleeting thoughts of throwing in the towel and taking leave until she comes, but am going to try to stick it out until the end.  Maybe making that decision was good for the soul because I had the best night’s sleep last night that I have had in months.  I actually woke up ready to meet the day.

Last but not least, Clark and I attended our first of four parenting classes last night.  Last night’s syllabus included washing, feeding, and daily care and monitoring (yes that includes a tally sheet to keep track of their diaper business, sweet).  Each of the couples in the classroom was given a baby to practice holdings, swaddling, dressing and washing.  We should have chosen our seat location a little better, because the look on my faux baby’s face was creeping me out.   It was definitely giving me the devil eyes.  Maybe it didn’t like the way we were burping it or that we left it exposed to the cold air too long after our fake bath, but those eyes were evil and had hate behind them.  Next class I am going to try to get the Asian baby with the smiling face. 

The class was quite informative and I am glad that we are attending.  It did however debunk some of the suggestions from family friends and yes, even my Mother.  Sorry Mom, adding rice cereal to their bottles doesn’t help them stay full longer to sleep.  Babies are able to digest the rice much faster than the formula or breast milk. It was just a coincidence that we were good sleepers. Don’t worry, I am still going to take your advice, you raised me and I’m pretty awesome, so you probably weren’t off too far.  The instructor encouraged us to ask our parents and friends about “infant feeders.”  Apparently this contraption launched food down the baby’s mouths?  Do tell.