Honestly I’ve never been in a position to give birth, but I guess that makes my original statement even more truthful. It’s been a while since my last post, way too long in fact. Long enough that I’m sure I’ve lost some readership, but that’s ok. The tried and true folks must still be around so high five to you if you’re still reading.
If you weren’t aware I’m pregnant, we’ve done our maternity photos, and the nursery is just about done (photos soon I promise) and I’m on maternity leave. On Saturday I’m officially 40 weeks pregnant (which if you count it, is really 10 months, whoever said it was nine months, they’re liars) and I’ve spent the last two days doing everything I can to move this process along. I suppose I can’t complain too much, I’m not over due yet, just about due. Still this last week has been going agonizingly slow and the two hours a night of contractions for the last two nights are just painful teases of whats to come. One of the ladies in our doctors office told me she’s never seen someone so excited to have contractions.
This whole pregnancy thing has been a wonderfully odd experience. The fact that I have to strain to reach the keys on my lap top (which is currently resting mostly on my knees since I have very little lap left) says a lot in itself. At this point, dropped items remain on the floor unless the handy grab Bill bought me is close at hand. I can’t put my own shoes on. Shaving my legs is an ordeal in itself. I’d kill to be able to paint my toenails. And every so often I get a swift internal kick in the ribs. Weirdest. Feeling. Ever.
But it’s also pretty freaking cool because the man I love, my husband, my partner in life
and crime and I made a human. I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear that. We made a human. And she’s been living in my body, let’s be honest here folks, for the last 10 months. I have a small human in my abdomen. And shortly I will expel her from my body and she will live in the world and it’s our job to teach her all about it and how to navigate successfully through it. Awesome. Freaking awesome.
We’re excited. And nervous. And anxious. And as ready as we could possibly be to see her face and start this new journey called parenthood.