urgh
Still here. As pregnant as I have ever been.
A number of adjectives could accurately describe me at this point.
Lumbering.
Haggard.
Awkward.
Ungainly.
Huge.
Overflowing.
And I don't mean to complain. I don't want to complain. I want to revel in every ounce of discomfort because this is such a freaking miracle. This little boy inside of me. This stubborn little guy who so wanted to be here that he crawled into my bitter uterus and hung on. Who fails NST's every single week just so that he can run up my insurance and flirt with the u/s techs either downstairs or at the hospital. (By the way, I think they're on to me. I don't actually fail the NST's, I just go to the hospital so that I can watch "The Real Housewives" with the antepartum nurses).
And I don't want it to be over. I am truly afraid of the sleep deprivation and crying (mine and his) to come all too soon.
But here come more adjectives...
Cumbersome
Enormous
Even my boobs have grown in the past few weeks(even more than they already had). I've all the sudden developed old lady boobs. And the baby has dropped, causing all of my pants to suddenly be low-riders, quite scary for anyone behind me when I have to squat down or bend over. I haven't looked at my rear lately, but it was quite frightening last time I glimpsed it accidentally, and I've elected to not go there again. So while I can now breathe (as baby is not nestled in between my lungs), I can now no longer walk. It has helped me to prioritize at work, consolidating all of my tasks so that I walk down the hallway as little as possible, but the incessant peeing counteracts all of the prioritizing. There are the moments of profound discomfort while walking that have led to the mental image I have of the baby, nestled in between my pubic bones, with a little sharpened spoon, jabbing away, trying to tunnel his way out. And there's the end of the day, when I lay on the bed, and feel all of the aches and protests from my body, tired from carrying all this weight around all day.
But you know what? I'm as happy as I have ever been. I've got what I wanted. Husband and I are doing really well, working as partners, getting along, flirting. And Danny is just a joy. And we're having another one. Our family will be complete. I'm as happy as I've ever been.
A number of adjectives could accurately describe me at this point.
Lumbering.
Haggard.
Awkward.
Ungainly.
Huge.
Overflowing.
And I don't mean to complain. I don't want to complain. I want to revel in every ounce of discomfort because this is such a freaking miracle. This little boy inside of me. This stubborn little guy who so wanted to be here that he crawled into my bitter uterus and hung on. Who fails NST's every single week just so that he can run up my insurance and flirt with the u/s techs either downstairs or at the hospital. (By the way, I think they're on to me. I don't actually fail the NST's, I just go to the hospital so that I can watch "The Real Housewives" with the antepartum nurses).
And I don't want it to be over. I am truly afraid of the sleep deprivation and crying (mine and his) to come all too soon.
But here come more adjectives...
Cumbersome
Enormous
Even my boobs have grown in the past few weeks(even more than they already had). I've all the sudden developed old lady boobs. And the baby has dropped, causing all of my pants to suddenly be low-riders, quite scary for anyone behind me when I have to squat down or bend over. I haven't looked at my rear lately, but it was quite frightening last time I glimpsed it accidentally, and I've elected to not go there again. So while I can now breathe (as baby is not nestled in between my lungs), I can now no longer walk. It has helped me to prioritize at work, consolidating all of my tasks so that I walk down the hallway as little as possible, but the incessant peeing counteracts all of the prioritizing. There are the moments of profound discomfort while walking that have led to the mental image I have of the baby, nestled in between my pubic bones, with a little sharpened spoon, jabbing away, trying to tunnel his way out. And there's the end of the day, when I lay on the bed, and feel all of the aches and protests from my body, tired from carrying all this weight around all day.
But you know what? I'm as happy as I have ever been. I've got what I wanted. Husband and I are doing really well, working as partners, getting along, flirting. And Danny is just a joy. And we're having another one. Our family will be complete. I'm as happy as I've ever been.


5 Comments:
At 2:13 AM ,
Beth said...
LOVE that picture of Danny. Our boys are almost 3... omg!!!
I'm so happy for you... so delighted... though I feel for you... doesn't sound like you're that physically comfortable these days. But you do sound so happy and peaceful. Can't wait for the little guy's arrival! =)
At 8:51 AM ,
Lyrehca said...
Just a bit longer. Gorgeous pic of your son. Thanks for the update!
At 4:39 PM ,
Lut C. said...
Beautiful picture of Danny! Linnea loves bath-time too. Often it's hard to get her to come out of the tub - even if I let the water drain out!
Who would have dared dream those years ago! A complete family!
I'm excited for you.
The discomfort is pretty unavoidable at this point. Hang in there!
At 9:37 AM ,
MrsSpock said...
As uncomfortable as the late pregnancy is- the newborn stage scares the bejeebies out of me too!
At 12:23 PM ,
Heather said...
Congratulations! Reading your post brought me back to how I felt this time last year when I was pregnant with our two boys. Love the pic of Danny. I know how you feel, so full of love and happiness. I'm so grateful for our two boys and one girl (all products of my favorite RE). At the end of the day, I'm exhausted, but taking care of these adorable children was what I was meant to do. I miss them right now that I'm at work. I should go get more work done, so I can go home.
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