I’ve mused many times over the last several months that I’ve paid Eliza far less attention than I had intented to.
The push to get the house in a habitable state was just immense, and this meant that I was on my feet running around just about all the time I was home … and I was so exhausted by the time bedtime came around that I just about collapsed into slumberland.
I do worry to some extent that I’ll be equally busy after she’s born, and therefore will not be able to dedicate the time to her development that I hope to.
I have a huge collection of flashcards intended for baby-teaching, along with stimulating music to listen to with her … but what if I find myself busy on other things?
Sitting down to teach takes dedication and determination.
I’m just going to have to make it happen.
Eliza must be my number one priority.
The last few days, I’ve not got home until well after 6, and by the time dinner is made and eaten … I’m pooped.
Of course, my body hormones are changing once again to prepare for birthing, so I’m sure that’s added to the fatigue… not to mention that while I was off over Christmas/New Year, I left all of my supplements in my desk at work, and so my own body stores were probably very severely depleted (especially as the little miss is building up her own stores right now).
People at work (mostly the guys) are hearing me talk about the birthing pool etc., and have started asking about my birthing process.
The focus of the conversation moved onto labour pain, and while one guy said that he’d heard it was like trying to blow a bowling ball through your nose, another said that he’d heard it was like trying to pull your lower lip over your head!
All I could do was to reference the practice shown in the photo below …
It’s amazing what you can do if you don’t rush the process.
