Lupita is my mom, she has finally arrived. She’s been here for almost two weeks and it has been great help. Specially the first week, since I had quite bad contractions. I ended up in the hospital twice since she’s been here, first because we thought that the water had broken and they had to check. The second time because I noticed that the baby was moving a lot less. But both times seemed to be OK. So everything seems to be on track. Now we have only two weeks left, and hopefully less.
My mom got here two weeks ago and at the beginning I must say it was very nice to see that Daniel remembers her like she was here yesterday. They share such a nice relationship. They sleep in the same room, because we think it’s best since later on when the next one comes she will sleep in our bedroom at the beginning.
I think that pregnancy is such a big mental journey. Its to hard to describe, it has tested my patience. I’m so used to having lots of energy left and right, that when I try to do my life as usual I find myself dying of exhaustion and heat that I normally love is killing me. I never thought I would complain about some heat in Sweden, I most say that this summer, I’ve been very happy those days that the wind blows nicely.
My mom does lots of things with Daniel, she bonds with him so well. I’m definitely very much like her. When we are in the park I’m not the kind of mom that sits on the bench and watch her son from far. Sometimes its true I like to observe, but since I take him to daycare during the mornings I don’t see the point of just sitting back and watching from far when its my big chance to play with him. Rolling over the sand and getting all wet is not a problem for me. And of course I count with dirty pants every day. I do have to do laundry every day. But I think it’s so much fun. I never thought I would enjoy being a mom so much. Unfortunately my big belly is not always allowing me to do too much. But soon I will be back on the sandbox and running all over Daniel. I can’t wait.
Anyway, I’ve been observing my mom, and she is the same as me. When she’s watching Daniel she’s actually playing with him wherever he is, no matter what he’s doing. She’s on a bike, she’s running after the ball, she’s on the train…. etc, whatever…. of course she’s not 20 years old, and we take turns with Daniel, but even if its 20 minutes that I can rest and she can take over it makes the difference in the world. Plus the fact that we get along so great that words are not needed in our relationship, all we need to do look at each other and we almost read our minds.