One big thing left to do is to transform the tv room into a nursery. We waffled about this for a long time, thinking maybe we'd just keep the crib in our bedroom, but in the end, with Kev's and my complex sleep schedules, it seemed like the baby might actually get more sleep if she got her own room and didn't have us wandering in and out all the time. Plus, she has a lot of stuff, and we need someplace to put it. So we're moving the tv downstairs to the living room, which has good and bad points. Bad: we don't want our home to center around the tv, which is easy to have happen when it's in the main room. Good: the space it's in will now be big enough that friends can watch movies with us, which we imagine may be useful in the months to come when we can't leave the house! :-)
The crib and dresser are coming on Wednesday, so sometime before then, we need to coax some friends over to help move stuff around. I am not allowed to lift heavy things, so I will be in a strictly supervisory capacity. It's weird, being such an invalid. Yesterday, I tried to chase Ellie around the dining table (one of her favorite games, esp. in winter when she's mostly house-bound and stir-crazy) and three minutes of doing that resulted in sharp stabbing pains that made it impossible to stand up straight. Luckily, they went away very quickly, but I think I really have to limit my exertion to very mild yoga-type stuff from now on. And long walks, once it gets warmer out.
On the one hand, it's sort of nice to have an excuse not to exercise (and to eat much yummy food). On the other hand -- well, it's just weird. Pregnancy is weird in so many ways. I know it is, in some sense, this completely natural thing. But it doesn't feel natural to me. It feels like I'm asking my body to do this thing that's rather intrusive and difficult and that it's not well-trained for. Maybe if I'd been more like my grandmother, and had eight kids between the ages of eighteen and thirty, my body might be more used to the process. Or maybe I'd just be even more exhausted now...
Here's my question: when do I get to feel not-tired again? When baby is born? At six months? One year? Later?