We have now lived in Ft Myers, FL for seven weeks and as of today I am exactly 32 weeks (eight months) pregnant.
How my pregnancy is going:
Pretty uneventful, to be honest, minus a few ribs that like to pop out of joint and hips that don’t like staying in their sockets. My mother and baby chiropractor in Cape Coral is an absolute lifesaver! At the beginning of my pregnancy, my chiropractor in South Carolina told me she was pretty sure (but couldn’t diagnose since that requires an x-ray) that I have an inherited connective tissue disorder that results in extreme ligament laxity (which was so NOT a surprise since I’ve had so many ligament-related injuries over the years). When you mix already lax ligaments and the relaxin my pregnant body is pumping out on the regular, it means that this mamma-to-be has the structural soundness of a pile of jello. Other than my ribcage collapsing in on itself and not being totally sure if my hips are in their sockets or not, I’m doing really well!
Since we are moving next week (update on housing below), I’m trying to make sure we clear out our fridge, which means an unending amount of smoothies! I’m not really prone to cravings anymore (except for a regular craving for pho, which is fine since there’s a great pho place up the road), which means sticking to a pretty strict diet is doable. It’s really important for babies to have a healthy gut flora, and a lot of newborn issues like colic and acid reflux can be due to a lack of healthy gut bacteria. This means I’m trying to keep my gut bacteria in a really healthy place (yes, mother’s gut bacteria gets passed to babies through the placenta as well as during birth). That means limited processed sugars, refined carbohydrates, and dairy, and adding loads of probiotics and gut healthy foods like bone broth (incidentally it also means that the usual stereotype of pregnant women having constipation does NOT apply to me!).
Ironically, the Southern tradition of a meat and two vegetables has kind of been my go-to for setting up dinner (though you won’t find any chicken fried steak or fried okra in our house and macaroni and cheese does not count as a vegetable). Dinner usually consists of a modest sized piece of meat (usually organic chicken or salmon), and two hearty portions of vegetables of varying kinds and colors (purple potatoes, swiss chard, sweet potato, broccoli, brussels sprouts, etc). The only bread we eat is Ezekiel bread (or whatever arrives at our table when we do eat out) which is usually at breakfast.
My exercise regimen now consists of walking most days, stretching A LOT, and doing weight training a few times a week. Since my body is getting more and more loose (and prone to injury), I’m taking it easier and easier with the weights. It’s really important that I keep my muscles in tact for the marathon (birth) that I’m training for, so I won’t toss out weight training until I just can’t anymore.
What about your housing?
Glad you asked. Remember the lady from the last post? Yep, we love her. We will be moving in with her on Wednesday. She’s even driving us to the airport on Thursday for our flight to SC for Christmas.
The tiny house is another issue, though. There is one bank who is deciding as we speak whether or not they’re cool with lending for a tiny house, so if you’re the praying kind, prayers would be appreciated that they will look favorably on us.
Thoughts on Living in a Retirement Community
I would say the majority of people living in Ft Myers are 55+ retirees (or at least that’s how it feels). Especially where we live now, it seems like there are 10 silver haired folks/baby boomers for every Millennial. These folks in particular have made it: they have retired to Florida, near the beach (or at least they have from November to April). This means, for many of them, that they are in constant mental vacation mode. I’m not saying that every snowbird has mentally checked out, or that everyone who retires to Florida is in vacation mode (my uncle and aunt would definitely be an exception, for example).
But you want to know something funny? I’ve never overheard more complaining in my life than I have living here. I’m not really sure how to account for it, either. Maybe having a “grass is greener” mentality for 40 years just waiting for the day when life will be easier has led to permanent discontent, or maybe it’s a generational/cultural gap between me (an older Millennial) and the q-tips in the booth behind me at the restaurant. Maybe life is just so much harder when you’re in your 60s and 70s than I ever realized. I don’t know. But I will say it surprised me.
I think the antidote to perpetual complaining/discontent is to avoid “someday” thinking: someday when x happens I’ll be happier, someday when I lose x pounds I’ll be happier, someday when I get x object that will make me happy, someday when I’ve saved x dollars my life will be easier. The problem is “someday” may never come, or if it does “someday” looks nothing like you imagined and you’re left facing the bitter reality of “now.” Focus on gratitude and contentment in your present. Make life meaningful now. Try to stay mindful of the times you complain. Catch yourself complaining and ask, “How many times a day do I complain?” It might be a lot, and you may realize that you’ve been a total Debbie Downer to the people around you for years and never known it. Just a thought.
BUT the other thing I’ve noticed is the obvious lack of smartphones in the hands of said silver hairs. And you know what? It’s so refreshing. It makes me catch myself a little when I realize I’m the only one in the room staring at a glowing screen. Life is slipping by and I’m checking email (and I don’t even have a real job, what is wrong with me?). Put the phone down every once in a while, friends. Or better yet, turn it off and enjoy your surroundings.