Whelp, it’s my birthday again.  Another one snuck up on me, despite having an extra day to prepare for it this year. I’ve had some time this morning to reflect as any good birthday should cause you to do.


Today it is rainy and warm (for this time of year at least).  The trees outside are starting to bud and I think we’re in for that early spring after all.  You can’t be too wishful for such things in Indiana though, as seasons aren’t really safe from colliding into each other until they’re really over. 

I’m tired.  I thought for sure I would have nesting energy at this point but instead I feel overwhelmed by little tasks that need to get done, and little desire to remedy that. In the afternoons, my true free time, I am catching a nap as often as possible.  

This baby is one of my sleepier babies too.  Her movements have become more gentle as she has grown and although I feel her often in the day, it is usually not until late at night that she is the most active.

This pregnancy has definitely taken its toll on me, mentally, physically, and otherwise.  I can definitely tell a difference between being pregnant at 32 vs. 26.  I may have been born under spring but I’m no longer a spring chicken. 

This Month:

This past month was both long and short at the same time.  It was packed full of doctor and dentist appointments, play dates, and extracurriculars.  Maybe that’s why I’m so tired?  Usually February finds us hibernating and playing vigil until the days lengthen and Lent is lifted.  

Birthday withheld, I’m always excited to flip the calendar to March and dream of warmer days, spring break, and setting our clocks back to the correct time.  March always brings an excitement with it. 

This Year:

This year has been…interesting.  I don’t really know where it went as I don’t have much to show for it other than a swollen abdomen.  

I don’t think this has been a learning year for me, neither hard working not particularly restful, but more of a slow growing one, learning more about myself and confronting some weaknesses.  No major life lessons learned, no faith testing trials, just little battles with faint scars and small victories.

There’s a lot of unknowns coming up this year but I feel ready to face them.  If age is just a number, then I don’t feel a day over 32.


2 Comments on 32 years, 30 weeks 

  1. Granny
    March 1, 2016 at 8:20 pm (2 years ago)

    Regarding what you have to show for this past year– two beautiful, growing little souls. You have gotten them off to a wonderful start on their walk with God.

  2. Amy
    March 2, 2016 at 12:38 am (2 years ago)

    Happy Birthday Kate! I can feel your pain with the age during pregnancy. I was 35 when pregnant with Luke! It was 2nd pregnancy + old age. It was drastically harder than my first pregnancy (even when I was 33 then)! See, I started later than you’re finishing (that is if you’re finished…..tbd???).


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