Tuesday was my midwife appointment and it also happened to be the day that Justin's friend's wife gave birth to her little boy. To say that I was green with envy would be the greatest understatement of the century. I was so jealous and down on myself that I cried multiple times throughout the day and was ready to give up. Why did she get to be cuddling her little boy and I had to suffer through this discomfort, just laying around for another eight weeks? Poor Justin had to eat left overs for dinner when he got home to his moping wife. He was so sweet about everything and told me that I was doing a good job, which always makes me feel better.
I got over my bad attitude finally, and channeled Scarlett O'hara yesterday and today and I've had a much better attitude. Today I visited my doula and got another abdominal therapy. I was worried it would cause me to have contractions, but it did the opposite. My uterus hasn't been so calm in weeks. It's back to its usual antics now, but I think that those therapies will be really beneficial. Plus my sweet, wonderful doula made me feel better about being only 32 weeks along by making it seem like I don't have an eternity left in this. She also reassured me that my child will not be neurotic from this crazy pregnancy [a very real fear I had]. And then that my next pregnancies won't be this hard. I hope so much that that's true!
The theme of my next couple of days are GOOD ATTITUDE! Plus I get to go meet Justin's friend's baby this weekend and I'm just jumping out of my skin to get a little preview of what it's going to feel like in a couple months. Also I'm going to make banana bread. How can you not have a good attitude when banana bread is involved?
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