I never thought this part of pregnancy would happen to me. My fingers are so swollen and irritated, and I can't get my wedding rings on. I don't want to complain too much because I understand there are women out there who have it way worse than me, but it does make me sad. I cried about this and toilet paper the other day. This leads me to the next part of my story. Of course the first day I don't wear my rings, the one pervert in NYC has to talk to me! I am walking, trying to enjoy my bagel with veggie cream cheese (which is my daily craving), and this creep comes up to me. He is totally checking me out, belly and all, and saying, "Hey mama your man is so lucky. I'd like to be your baby's daddy if you need one for that baby inside of you!" EWW! Gross.
I've been waking up every morning concerned about two things. One, how to make sure the baby is comfortable and safe in her car sear when we take her home from the hospital. Two, which area of our one bedroom apartment do we make the nursery and how can we organize and utilize these two big walk in closets we have with slanted ceilings. I do have hope because we just moved in and the apartment is way nicer than our last one. I just hope my hubby is on the ball with this one. Time is running out!
Today marks thirty two weeks for me! Sometimes I look in the mirror and it is so surreal. There's no turning back now kids, we will be the three musketeers soon!
I was listening to my iPod today, rockin' out and daydreaming about getting another band together or performing. Then it dawned on me, I don't think I will feel comfortable leaving the baby for quite some time. I would probably worry the whole night or feel guilty. I don't want to loose who I am, but I realize this baby must come first. I'm fine with that of course. I just hope that I eventually find a balance of still being a rocker and being artistic, being a great wife, and being a great mom. And of course you know Steve and I are thinking of eventually tattooing her name on ourselves!