This morning the baby is kicking around quite a bit. Sometimes I mistake those kicks for hunger pains. It's so exciting to feel this little life in my 46 year-old body. But by the afternoon I know I will be losing steam. Meaning I have to sit down. My daughter puts pillows on the floor for me so we can play her dollhouse together. But we're in the city anyway, so she doesn't expect me to run laps with her outside. Although, I do sit on the stoop and watch her ride her trike up and down the sidewalk. I need that stoop. Maybe I'll bring out my University of Wisconsin chair tonite. The stoop doesn't have any back support!
Yes, I feel part young woman, part old woman. The pregnancy in the summer heat brings out the old woman feeling in me, as if I'm truly boggled down with this extra sack on me. Even going up steps is a challenge, especially the subway. The other day, I had to climb three flights of stairs from the uptown B train to the street. I was behind a family of four that had a spring in their step. I felt 85 years old. At least the heat had subsided. New York had the second hottest July on record. Plus I looked dorkey with a stretchy skirt and black New Balance tennis shoes. Not the look you want to achieve in Manhattan...I'll write more about pregnany fashion because every morning I struggle with what to put on to avoid scoring high on the dorkiness scale.
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