3rd Trimester Report
We made it! There is light at the end of the tunnel! Only 8 weeks and 2 days to go! That's what everyone is saying at least. For me, 8 weeks and 2 days sounds like torture but hey, at least I'm at the point of pregnancy where no one expects me to do much of anything except sit on the couch and rest my swollen feet. In fact, after a quick trip to the ER a couple weeks ago, I'm literally not supposed to be doing anything to over-exert. Thanks, doc! He must have known that all my shows were coming back and I needed an excuse to do nothing but watch them all as fast as possible.
All joking aside, we are near the finish line. Spencer and I like to sit in Eva's nursery and just take it all in. Partly because it's gorgeous (I call it my Mona Lisa), partly because its calming and peaceful, and partly because we know that it will never be this clean again. We sit in there and talk about all the things we are excited for, all the things we are scared for, and all the things we hope to be true for our sweet baby girl. We may have no idea what we are doing, but I can say we are going to love that baby so much.
Of course, it's not always sunshine and butterflies. I am hormonal and Spencer has to deal with that. I am sore pretty much all the time. My energy is zero, as is my lung capacity. I practically drool at the thought of getting wine again. And our water bill is going to be obnoxious because I have to go to the bathroom at least 10 times a day.
Spencer also recently started his program at Appalachian State to get his certificate to be a principal. We are so excited about this, because frankly, the man will make an excellent principal some day. However, this means that he has to be in "class" Monday and Wednesday nights from 5-8pm, and he wakes up early on Saturday and Sundays to do school work until around lunch time. It's been tough on him and I've had to pick up some slack (we are typically a 50/50 couple). Bonus points? Eva is due the week of finals. We don't know what his schedule will look like next semester, but be assured this mama-to-be is already overwhelmed at the thought of having to take on all the time with the newborn. And dad-to-be wonders when/if he will ever have time to himself.
One thing I will say, though, is that we are given a pretty awesome opportunity. Last year, during the great burn-out of 2015, Spencer and I made a pact- we would never take jobs that sacrificed our sanity or our time with our family no matter what the salary was. So, here we are both state employees (aka making BANK! haha!!) and figuring out diapers, daycare, and possibly formula costs. It's not easy by any means. BUT, we have amazing flexibility. I get a full 12 weeks off work (none of it paid, of course, but at least i get the flexibility), and not one person at my job has given me any kind of crap for it. Spencer's job allows him to use sick time as paternity leave. And since the man refuses to ever stay home from work he's got quite a few hours banked. Thanks to that, he is taking two full weeks off with me in the beginning, then working half days for two weeks, then has another 2 weeks at Christmas off (all of this is of course assuming she comes as expected). I essentially get my husband for 6 weeks postpartum. I have someone to help me recover from the toll labor will take on me. I have someone to split the night shift with. I have someone to help me hold it together and look out for me should depression strike. Best of all? Eva will get to know her dad.
State employees for the win!
Though I rarely feel like I'm almost done- I am. This journey is coming to an end! A whole new crazy one is about to start. I know I give my husband a hard time, I know he's dried a LOT of unnecessary tears through this, and taken a few emotional beatings he probably didn't deserve, but I am beyond grateful I have him. He's the kind of dad you want for a kid. He's the kind of husband who will do anything in his power to make sure I'm okay, too. He's the perfect guy to be the king for me and our little princess.
All joking aside, we are near the finish line. Spencer and I like to sit in Eva's nursery and just take it all in. Partly because it's gorgeous (I call it my Mona Lisa), partly because its calming and peaceful, and partly because we know that it will never be this clean again. We sit in there and talk about all the things we are excited for, all the things we are scared for, and all the things we hope to be true for our sweet baby girl. We may have no idea what we are doing, but I can say we are going to love that baby so much.
Of course, it's not always sunshine and butterflies. I am hormonal and Spencer has to deal with that. I am sore pretty much all the time. My energy is zero, as is my lung capacity. I practically drool at the thought of getting wine again. And our water bill is going to be obnoxious because I have to go to the bathroom at least 10 times a day.
Spencer also recently started his program at Appalachian State to get his certificate to be a principal. We are so excited about this, because frankly, the man will make an excellent principal some day. However, this means that he has to be in "class" Monday and Wednesday nights from 5-8pm, and he wakes up early on Saturday and Sundays to do school work until around lunch time. It's been tough on him and I've had to pick up some slack (we are typically a 50/50 couple). Bonus points? Eva is due the week of finals. We don't know what his schedule will look like next semester, but be assured this mama-to-be is already overwhelmed at the thought of having to take on all the time with the newborn. And dad-to-be wonders when/if he will ever have time to himself.
One thing I will say, though, is that we are given a pretty awesome opportunity. Last year, during the great burn-out of 2015, Spencer and I made a pact- we would never take jobs that sacrificed our sanity or our time with our family no matter what the salary was. So, here we are both state employees (aka making BANK! haha!!) and figuring out diapers, daycare, and possibly formula costs. It's not easy by any means. BUT, we have amazing flexibility. I get a full 12 weeks off work (none of it paid, of course, but at least i get the flexibility), and not one person at my job has given me any kind of crap for it. Spencer's job allows him to use sick time as paternity leave. And since the man refuses to ever stay home from work he's got quite a few hours banked. Thanks to that, he is taking two full weeks off with me in the beginning, then working half days for two weeks, then has another 2 weeks at Christmas off (all of this is of course assuming she comes as expected). I essentially get my husband for 6 weeks postpartum. I have someone to help me recover from the toll labor will take on me. I have someone to split the night shift with. I have someone to help me hold it together and look out for me should depression strike. Best of all? Eva will get to know her dad.
State employees for the win!
Though I rarely feel like I'm almost done- I am. This journey is coming to an end! A whole new crazy one is about to start. I know I give my husband a hard time, I know he's dried a LOT of unnecessary tears through this, and taken a few emotional beatings he probably didn't deserve, but I am beyond grateful I have him. He's the kind of dad you want for a kid. He's the kind of husband who will do anything in his power to make sure I'm okay, too. He's the perfect guy to be the king for me and our little princess.
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