an inch an hour two feet a day

this is my 32 week belly. i can't believe how fast this pregnancy has gone. with maia and cohen i remember being very aware of the time and it's passing, all the anticipation and excitement, but now with cohen keeping me on my toes all day (when i am not at work) i haven't spent much time at all contemplating this new arrival or worrying about "what if's". as i approach the end i am starting to become more aware of it though. pulling out old clothes and cleaning them, making sure i have enough diapers (and being amazed at just how small they are...was cohen really that small once?) and of course the ever present (but never decided) question about names.

the other thing i am noticing now that the end is in site is my serious decline in mobility. i find myself in awe of those women who still go for long leisurely walks right up until the end of their pregnancy, the ones who can run to the grocery store for milk with ease or clean the bathroom without feeling like they just ran a marathon. i am not one of those women. i was doing fantastic until a couple of weeks ago, but now everything is at a snails pace as i waddle my way through my day. i suppose it is the loosening of ligaments and the considerable increase in girth that is tying me tighter to the earth. the frustrating thing is that my mind is still in agile mode, it thinks "let's go get cat food" as if it is no big deal, but once my body gets going and after 4 blocks i feel like i need a seat my mind starts to apologize. this may be overstating it, but not by much. the truth is i am a young woman in an old woman's body these days and it is only going to get worse.

i only have eleven more days of work. my last day is on the 28th, the day before silvija goes back to serbia. i am thankful that soon i will be back home with cohen full time which is really where my heart is these days anyway. it will be nice to take naps and cuddle and paint the day away together, the last few weeks of just us three.