It feels like the night before the first
day of school. The excitement! The nerves! The anticipation!
The unknown...! (It also kind of feels like it's Thanksgiving and
I'm hiding the 10 pound Butterball under my shirt!)
Tomorrow will mark our 39th week and
everyone wants to know- when will you enter this world? Today? This
weekend? Two weeks from now? (Dear God, I hope not!) We're
all getting a little impatient around here!
Clothes: I am a mess. A few
weeks ago I was down to 2 bras that actually still fit... cue an underwire
disaster and then I was down to 1 bra. Cue another underwire disaster and
I am now left to wear this horribly uncomfortable torture device. Yes,
I've bought new nursing bras but they're a little big and I'm not really
interested in wearing a white, granny nursing bra when I don't have anyone to
nurse yet! My shoes have also called it quits. My feet only fit into
two pairs of shoes- black Ugg-like boots and a pair of black Michael Koors
flats. The boots are literally ripping apart at the seams and have holes
in the soles. And lastly, I get to play a lovely game of tug-of-war with
my t-shirts. I pull them down to completely cover my belly and
then pull them back up to keep my bra covered. Up and down... up and
down... fun.
Sleep: I go to bed so early
it's embarrassing. But I'm going to keep sleeping that much because
I have a feeling you won't be one of those champion sleepers and I'll be
sleep-deprived in no time.
Movement: Yep, you still move
around all day long. Just yesterday you went into such a fit while I was
at my desk that I had to lean back in my chair and give you more room to move
around! Things must be getting cramped in there but you're still very active.
Food cravings: I'll eat
anything at this point. I bring 2 lunches to work each day. I have
the first around 10am and the second at 1pm. I try to stock up on protein
but I can't lie, there are plenty of sweets in there for you, too.
Labor signs: Nope.
Belly button in or out? Still in
and holding strong!
What I miss: My sanity. I'm
starting to have these really crazy thoughts that I'll be pregnant forever.
I worry that the swelling in my legs will never go away and for the rest
of my life I'll have shins like Fat Bastard. (My legs are
actually so swollen that I can't kneel to play with the dogs or clean the wood
floors. When I try to bend my legs too far back there's such pressure it
feels like they're going to explode!) I worry that the swelling in my
hands will stay and I'll never get to wear my wedding rings again. And
just the other day I told your Dad that I didn't want to plan on bathing you in
the bathtub because, you know, I can't bend over. He looked at me and
said, "you know, there will come a time when you can bend over again,
right?" Actually, I'd lost all hope for ever being able to do that.
Whoops.
Doctor’s notes: The Doctor is
still very pleased with my blood pressure (despite the swollen legs, hands and
face), your heartbeat and your movement. She said I've dilated to 1-2 cm
and thinks that despite your large size, I should be able to go into
labor and have you naturally. However, she's giving you a time limit of
41 weeks. If you don't get a move on by March 17th you are going to
be forcibly removed from my body. Consider this your two week warning,
'lil miss.
What I am looking forward to: Your
arrival! C'mon, Mia. Let's do this!
Love,
Momma
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