Whoa

Ok, One question. HOW do women do this???


Three weeks ago I broke my left ankle, so not only am I pregnant -- I'm also on crutches. Which pretty much sucks. Sometimes I feel lucky that I can do some things, and I know that this is temporary.  Other times, I get so overwhelmed. My husband has taken on all laundry, dog walking, grocery shopping and cooking, in addition to the myriad of projects he wants to do for himself plus his very stressful job.  Meanwhile, I'm reduced to typing on my computer, lying on the couch reading magazines or playing on my iPhone. It isn't fair. I look around and see so much that needs to be done/cleaned/attended to before the baby comes and I can't do it.  And I can't do my swimming exercises and I haven't been to prenatal yoga in 3 weeks.  Again, this is temporary. My foot is healing. It certainly feels better than it did three weeks ago!  So I need to remain positive, for my sake and for the baby's. I know I do. But banishing the pity party is very hard, I gotta say.

Pregnant at 41

I haven't ever blogged before, and I'm actually not sure I have time for a blog. But so many thoughts keep swirling through my head and I'd love a forum in which to share them. I have read other women's blogs -- they are all so funny, positive, and sound so excited about their pregnancies!  I must say that at 16 weeks, I'm still pretty darn petrified. My body is changing. I'm not officially showing yet, but I look fat, and my chest has grown a whole cup size. There's no doubt I'm pregnant, but I'm in the weird awkward stage of who I tell, who can tell anyway, how I respond when I notice people looking at my belly and then not saying anything to me.  My husband is more concerned about my health and that of the baby's than about planning for the future. He's not ready to start working on names, go shopping for baby furniture, thinking about redecorating the guest room or anything like that that might help ME get more excited and make this seem more real.  Everyone who has kids simply loves them, and is so excited to share information. What about me? Will I be like that?  What if I'm sad? What if I yearn for my own old life?