Moving On
(Written March 31, 2008)
Now that we've had over a week to let reality set in, I am finally beginning to move on from our big house catastrophe. As much as we tried not to, Chris and I spent the week in misery, feeling sick, tired and just depressed about not getting the house, losing money and being stuck in the apartment with two children and rooms full of our packed belongings. We did hire an attorney to try and recover some of the $20k deposit, but are hopes are not high and we know we have a slim if any chance if our case does go to court.
With a baby boy on the way in five weeks or less, I really have no choice but to move on. I've been terrified that any feelings of stess and depression will affect the baby. I've also been postponing all the preparations until after we moved, so I'm now feeling a bit overwhelmed with all that is left to do for the little guy's arrival. He's still kicking and rolling up a storm and mixed with several cases of the hiccups per day, my stomach just never stops moving. It's getting extremely difficult to get up and move both myself and Caroline around lately. I've definitely begun the "my body has had enough" stage, which I'm trying to stay positive about, since it just means I'll be meeting him soon. I've also suddenly lost 75% of my appetite, I have just one maternity shirt that my belly doesn't hang out of and I've purchased my hospital pjs, added signs that I'm very close to being ready for this pregnancy to end.
Caroline has been acting a bit peculiar lately. Though Chris and I have been trying to do fun things with her when he's home, the past few days have been tantrum filled. I'm sure she senses all that's been going on, she's been cooped up in the house while Chris has been taking the car to work and I've been packing and unpacking, and there's increased evidence now in the apartment that the baby is coming soon. She has become overly attached to her Lightning McQueen racecar and giraffe, which haven't left her little hands in a week and she's been taking every opportunity to cuddle up (using my belly as her personal pillow) with me. It's been a challenge stopping the meltdowns before they start and I am having a hard time physically moving her to do things, like take a timeout, which adds to my frustrations. I'm just praying that bringing the new baby home will not be too much for her, and as a result, all of us. I think my biggest fear is that the birth of the baby will not be as intensely happy as it should be because of the adjustment it will be for all of us, especially Caroline.
Now that we've had over a week to let reality set in, I am finally beginning to move on from our big house catastrophe. As much as we tried not to, Chris and I spent the week in misery, feeling sick, tired and just depressed about not getting the house, losing money and being stuck in the apartment with two children and rooms full of our packed belongings. We did hire an attorney to try and recover some of the $20k deposit, but are hopes are not high and we know we have a slim if any chance if our case does go to court.
With a baby boy on the way in five weeks or less, I really have no choice but to move on. I've been terrified that any feelings of stess and depression will affect the baby. I've also been postponing all the preparations until after we moved, so I'm now feeling a bit overwhelmed with all that is left to do for the little guy's arrival. He's still kicking and rolling up a storm and mixed with several cases of the hiccups per day, my stomach just never stops moving. It's getting extremely difficult to get up and move both myself and Caroline around lately. I've definitely begun the "my body has had enough" stage, which I'm trying to stay positive about, since it just means I'll be meeting him soon. I've also suddenly lost 75% of my appetite, I have just one maternity shirt that my belly doesn't hang out of and I've purchased my hospital pjs, added signs that I'm very close to being ready for this pregnancy to end.
Caroline has been acting a bit peculiar lately. Though Chris and I have been trying to do fun things with her when he's home, the past few days have been tantrum filled. I'm sure she senses all that's been going on, she's been cooped up in the house while Chris has been taking the car to work and I've been packing and unpacking, and there's increased evidence now in the apartment that the baby is coming soon. She has become overly attached to her Lightning McQueen racecar and giraffe, which haven't left her little hands in a week and she's been taking every opportunity to cuddle up (using my belly as her personal pillow) with me. It's been a challenge stopping the meltdowns before they start and I am having a hard time physically moving her to do things, like take a timeout, which adds to my frustrations. I'm just praying that bringing the new baby home will not be too much for her, and as a result, all of us. I think my biggest fear is that the birth of the baby will not be as intensely happy as it should be because of the adjustment it will be for all of us, especially Caroline.
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