Thank you everybody for your well wishes. Great to see that my last past got the highest number of comments any post of mine has ever received, except of course the "How many ounces in a gallon" post from years ago that STILL gets comments today. Go figure.
No real updates since The Big One, except that The Boy (who I am considering renaming as The Pops or something equivalent... ) and I have had more heart-to-hearts. I think he's realizing that ignoring things does not make them go away, and he has gone from being completely uninterested to asking tons of questions. He called me all choked up the other day, saying he realized he hadn't been there for me and he want to do his best, despite the fact that he disagrees with my decision. Of course, I cried on the phone, because if there's one pregnancy symptom I am experiencing, it's the constant teary-eyedness.
He was also motivated - most likely by guilt - to do some extreme cleaning yesterday, and when I made a passing mention of my incredible thirst and growing desire for multivitamin juice, he hopped downstairs (all six flights) and bought me some from the market across the street. An hour or so later, I wanted some Lebanese food, so he went foraging for that as well. When the restaurant forgot to include a piece of pita, he went back down for a third time and pointed out their error. That's three consecutive trips up and down six flights of stairs. They say it's the little things that count, and I agree.
Speaking of those six flights, I am considering moving to another apartment, as I don't see how walking up and down those things is going to be very practical at a certain point. There are so many things to think about, but I'm hoping something will work out in that regard. I just would like to avoid that discomfort if possible.
Anyway, thanks again to you all! So nice to get such positive comments!
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yea! Glad to hear The Boy is coming around to the idea. When i sent your post to my Boy, he said "The Boy is a good name for him. Certainly not The Man." This is from a man with a 7 year old daughter, though, one that he and his ex-wife tried very hard to have.
I'm happy to hear good news :-)
Congratulations! I worked until I was 8 3/4 months along, before I got too tired. Every work day I walked 3 LONG blocks uphill from where my car was parked to my work. I was cranky about it at the time, but I believe it really helped my breathing and endurance...so the 6 flights could be a stamina builder, of sorts. You don't really want to think about moving just to get away from the 6 flights, do ya? That seems like WAY more stress than you need at this point. Good luck, and make sure you take time to enjoy the little being growing in your belly.
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Oh, I hate my apartment in all kinds of ways. So -- yeah, if the six flights were the ONLY problem, I might let it slide, but I've been trying to get my act together to leave for ages.
Just came across your post, "present", on the paris blog. Congratulations!
It's never a good time to have a baby, but it's always a blessing, I think.
I really enjoy your blog and your writing but I'm not sure if I ever commented on posts in the past or not. I really can't remember. Anyway, it was so shocking to read your last post I felt like I had to comment. I really didn't expect that. In fact I was looking for a little escapist reading from anything related to pregnancy...ironically.
I just wanted to say that babies are so much fun and bring so much happiness and by all accounts you should be in heaven by this summer even if things are difficult to manage. Having babies in France is a delight and new mothers are treated like goddesses. You will bask in all the attention and relish all the help you get from everyone around you.