Everything is a struggle these days. The bigger I get, the less I can do. We hired cleaners to do the heavy cleaning around the house for the last weeks of the pregnancy and the first weeks of recovery after the baby comes. They're here now and I have to say it feels very strange having people clean my house around me while I sit here typing away. I guess I should just feel grateful we have the means to hire help because with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms - it's just too much for me to take on any more. Still, I feel like a spoiled housewife...
The baby is still breech. The teacher from my prenatal classes came to my house last week to show me maneuvers and positions to get into to help encourage the baby to turn. The thing is that you can't move a sleeping baby so I have to wait until he's active to do it. On top of that, it's pretty strenuous to do so I also have to be feeling well enough to do it. 10 minutes a position for an hour - hard work! I'll keep it up though because I'll do anything to avoid surgery.
One of the other moms from my class has invited me to go to a mommy group tomorrow morning and afterwards, we're meeting another mom for lunch. The group is called bumps and babies and it's for both mothers and expectant mothers. They meet once a week for 2 hours in the morning. Finally, a chance to meet people and maybe make some friends. I'm hopeful and a bit nervous as well. After 3 1/2 years living here, it sure would be nice to finally have a girlfriend or two.
It's been lonely through this pregnancy. It's difficult not having friends and family around to be enthusiastic and remind you what a wonderful thing it is that's happening. There are no smiling faces at my door or rubbing of the belly with enthusiasiem and happiness for the impending birth. I spend 80% of my time on my own and I feel like I've had to go through so much of the pregnancy alone. Don't get me wrong - Wayne hasn't missed one appointment or class. Anything that has to be done - he makes sure he's there and I'm grateful to have the support. The thing is he's a man and it's not the same as having my Mom, sister and girlfriends around that really understand a bit more than a man really can. I've been really lonely and sad lately and wishing that I was going to be back in the States for the birth. Hopefully, loved ones will be able to make it over for a visit - here's hoping anyway...
I quit smoking when I moved to the UK, mainly because I promised my husband I would. I did it for him, but not because I wanted to. I enjoyed smoking. I missed it, but quit successfully for many years until I went through a stressful time and started again. My relapse lasted over a year. The whole time, I was ashamed of myself. I hated the smell. I hated how I felt, I hated the health risks and I hated my lack of willpower. I've known a few people who have tried e-cigarettes. I was a skeptic. I thought it was going from one habit to another. The people I knew that tried it, always had it and were constantly sucking on it. It seemed to me they were more addicted to it then they were cigarettes. I don't know any smokers that constantly had a cigarette in their hand. Then in January, I saw a piece about it on the BBC News. I watched with interest thinking they were going to say that they have found it to be harmful. What they said was quite the o
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