I am 28 1/2 weeks pregnant, and feeling great. I am finding comfort in knowing that it is MUCH easier to mother a baby when it is still in my womb: I can't hear crying, I don't have to change any poop, and I don't have to nurse every 2.5 minutes. I can sleep when I want to sleep, eat when I need to eat, and I can think somewhat clearly as I am not beyond sleep-deprived!
I am excited to give birth, meet this boy, and nurse again, but at this point, I am grateful for him being healthy in my belly and growing each day.
I also have a long to-do list of things I want to make before he comes:
1) paint the tiny cradle I want to use when he's first born, which I think is actually a doll crib
2) make a mattress for said crib, and sheets, and wool mattress pads
3) make an Ergo infant insert
4) finish the mama pads
5) finish Sage and Fern's Quiet Book that my mom started.
I am so glad my mom has a "spot" now. It feels good to know that we can always visit her there. I am missing her a lot lately, but I feel like I am finally to the point where I don't go to call her on the phone, or still have that feeling that she is away on vacation and I'm going to see her in a week or so. However, I still have dreams that she actually didn't die, and that for a while we all thought she was dead, and she actually wasn't. That is always sad to wake up to, but I feel like I'm getting more and more used to it.
She was working on the Quiet Book tirelessly, trying to finish it in time for Christmas. She passed in the beginning of December, and I'm just finally getting around to getting the cover made. She had even brought a couple pages with her on her trip to China to do all the hand embroidery. It's almost pathetic to see my hand work next to hers, but I want the girls to have it and I want to finish the hard work she started. And it has given me time to think and grieve on her passing, and to honor one of her many talents.