Weekly re-cap

Posted on March 7, 2010 by heatherlauraclarke

(Feb. 28 to March 6)

Symptoms: Back pain, Braxton Hicks contractions, leg pain, swollen ankles (when I don’t lay with them up above my head). Yeah, this week’s been a real treat.

Body changes: My whole body feels really heavy, and it feels like a lot of work to heave it up the stairs/off the couch, etc.

Baby movement: Baby’s Boy’s movement ranges between hearty kicks and total stillness (at least as far as I can feel). I’d prefer if he kicked all the time, because I worry when he doesn’t move around.

What’s new? Felt him moving from the outside! He is definitely getting stronger.

Belly button: Still indented (even after my creepy dream).

Energy level: Moderate. Have trying to work on nursery projects I can do sitting down.

Baby preparations: Nursery is painted. Crib is put together. Curtains and cribskirt are sewed. Hand-painted accents on the walls are totally done. Large canvases for the walls are almost done. New artwork in progress.

Cravings: Whipped cream (although I didn’t get any yet), chocolate-chip cookies (perhaps Darling Husband will make some for me today), Arby’s (mmmm, had yesterday).

High point: Even though this was a painful (physically) week, I am so, so happy and relieved to be in the third trimester. Just thinking of it, all week, made me so excited!

Low point: Having to run errands for work, which involved a lot of walking around. My back was killing me way before I got back to the office, and I was not pleased! I think my errand-running days are over, professionally.

Paranoid moment of the week: Worrying that my Braxton Hicks contractions were actually something else (appendicitis, early labour, etc.) that was hurting Baby Boy.

Category: Third trimester, Week 27, Weekly re-caps

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)