I am tired.
And that is quite honestly THE only complaint I have right now.
About anything. But especially about "me" (the baby incubating, never been this pregnant before, still rocking pre-pregnancy pants, walking at least 2 miles a day--me).
I remember being miserable the last weeks of pregnancy with Matt. Oh man was that awful. And even with Nic the aches and pains of my bones just carrying the extra awkward weight was enough to make me sore and grumpy.
But this pregnancy, two days (TWO DAYS) before my due date, I feel awesome. It's strange. And disconcerting. And I am almost feeling like I am going to be pregnant forever. That wouldn't be too terrible if I kept on feeling this way. But, dang, I want to see my Emerson!
And then there is the crazy pants mental part of this whole thing. I keep waiting for my water to randomly break. Any little twinge or remotely uncomfortable twitch I immediately am on alert. I am too wired at night to sleep well because I don't want to sleep through labor. Even though I know that sounds dumb, it still keeps me up! This waiting stuff is for the birds.
And then there are all the "old wives tales" of how to get labor started. I have tried some of these. Obviously didn't work even though some women swear by them. I guess I have been picky in what I have tried: no castor oil or evening primrose oil. And I am not inclined try some of the crazier things I have read about (we do have an induction date soon). But it would be nice if Em came on his own.
The boys ask every morning if the baby is coming. And are disappointed at bedtime when he hasn't arrived yet. They are going to be great big brothers.
Andy is antsy as ever. Which isn't completely helpful with my state of mind.
I do try and remind myself that, really, this is a good thing. There is nothing wrong with either Emerson or me. We are healthy. He's big and while that may be scary/intimidating, he's perfect. I am healthy. My blood pressure hasn't gone up much and, thanks to physical therapy, actually carrying Em is easier and less painful. I guess he and I had our rough time in the beginning. Hyperemesis and headaches and scary moments have led to a ridiculously lovely end of pregnancy. So it is ok that I am still a big ol' preggo. It is ok that other parents at drop off/pick up times at school are surprised I am still there and still walking the kids. It is ok my belly looks like a giant balloon. It is ok to be excited to meet my littlest one...but still have a smile on my face and an upbeat answer when people ask how I am feeling.
And that is quite honestly THE only complaint I have right now.
About anything. But especially about "me" (the baby incubating, never been this pregnant before, still rocking pre-pregnancy pants, walking at least 2 miles a day--me).
I remember being miserable the last weeks of pregnancy with Matt. Oh man was that awful. And even with Nic the aches and pains of my bones just carrying the extra awkward weight was enough to make me sore and grumpy.
But this pregnancy, two days (TWO DAYS) before my due date, I feel awesome. It's strange. And disconcerting. And I am almost feeling like I am going to be pregnant forever. That wouldn't be too terrible if I kept on feeling this way. But, dang, I want to see my Emerson!
And then there is the crazy pants mental part of this whole thing. I keep waiting for my water to randomly break. Any little twinge or remotely uncomfortable twitch I immediately am on alert. I am too wired at night to sleep well because I don't want to sleep through labor. Even though I know that sounds dumb, it still keeps me up! This waiting stuff is for the birds.
And then there are all the "old wives tales" of how to get labor started. I have tried some of these. Obviously didn't work even though some women swear by them. I guess I have been picky in what I have tried: no castor oil or evening primrose oil. And I am not inclined try some of the crazier things I have read about (we do have an induction date soon). But it would be nice if Em came on his own.
The boys ask every morning if the baby is coming. And are disappointed at bedtime when he hasn't arrived yet. They are going to be great big brothers.
Andy is antsy as ever. Which isn't completely helpful with my state of mind.
I do try and remind myself that, really, this is a good thing. There is nothing wrong with either Emerson or me. We are healthy. He's big and while that may be scary/intimidating, he's perfect. I am healthy. My blood pressure hasn't gone up much and, thanks to physical therapy, actually carrying Em is easier and less painful. I guess he and I had our rough time in the beginning. Hyperemesis and headaches and scary moments have led to a ridiculously lovely end of pregnancy. So it is ok that I am still a big ol' preggo. It is ok that other parents at drop off/pick up times at school are surprised I am still there and still walking the kids. It is ok my belly looks like a giant balloon. It is ok to be excited to meet my littlest one...but still have a smile on my face and an upbeat answer when people ask how I am feeling.
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