Filed under: Contentment, I'm gonna be a Mom?!, Waiting, boy or girl?, pregnancy symptoms, well meaning strangers
Today I am 39 weeks (and one day, since we’re going with the 8th as my due date).
Today is the first day I am staying at home. I had my last day at work. I’m not going back. It feels weird. And sad. And weird. And did I mention that this is a very strange feeling?
I have been wanting this for practically my whole life, and today is the first day. Oh my… no pressure or anything though! I guess the REAL job starts when I bring baby home… but today feels significant to me anyway.
How I’m doing: I am soooo tired, and yet I can’t lie in bed too long, because I can’t stay comfortable, and it’s difficult to even roll over. My whole pelvic area is sore, because there’s so much pressure from the baby… and my belly is so heavy! I am definitely ready to be done being pregnant! I wouldn’t say I’m miserable…. in fact I am trying desperately to enjoy these last days, since everyone tells me I will miss it (being pregnant). But I really just want to meet this baby!!!
It certainly is interesting, being about to pop. I kinda feel like a circus attraction. People don’t really know what to say when my giganticness comes waddling by. Most people are pretty nice though. Here’s what most people ask me:
1) How much longer? To which I say… only ____ weeks/days…and yes, we’re very excited!
2) Oh wow… so are you ready? To which I say… umm.. the room is ready… but mentally I have no idea how to be ready… how can you be ready for the complete unknown?
3) How are you feeling? To which I give a vague answer of ok/good/tired (do they REALLY want to know all about my sore pelvic joints, or my gigantic swollen ankles, or the fact that I feel like the biggest wuss ever when I can’t walk further than a block without being totally exhausted?? probably not…)
4) Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? To which Chris says, yes, it is. And then grins cuz he thinks he’s clever. And then has to explain that no, we don’t know the gender, but we’re figuring that yes it’s one or the other. haha.
I can’t think of a number 5, so this will have to suffice. These are the main ones. And am I allowed to say that I’m getting tired of answering them? No, I probably shouldn’t say that. Those are the grouchy pregnant hormones talking. Honestly though, it’s been nice to know that so many people care and are interested in this little babe inside me.
It’ll be nice when all the attention is on baby though. And that can happen ANYTIME now as far as I’m concerned! (Did you hear that, God?)…
anytime…
Forgot to mention a funny story from the babymoon…
When we were at dinner at the fancy restaurant, I was holding the menu in my lap (sorta over my belly – it was the big hard-cover style menu). The waitress asked us if what we’d like to drink. Chris asked what they had other than alcohol and pop. Now this being wine-country, it’s almost expected that you would get a glass of wine with dinner. Anyway, we decided on virgin raspberry daiqueries, and she gave us a few more minutes to decide on our entrees.
When she came back, I ordered and then moved the menu away and folded it to give to her. She saw my belly (looking quite round), and said “OH! You’re PREGNANT!” lol! It was so hilarious. It was like it all of a sudden became clear that I wasn’t strange for not ordering wine, I was just pregnant!
She asked how far along, said congrats, etc. and offered me the advice to swim alot to get through the hot days of summer during pregnancy.
Anyway, it amused me alot…
I don’t have a preference for one gender over the other, but last night I had a dream it was a girl. It was weird – it involved diagrams and pictures somehow derived from my ultrasound.
The cashier at Motherhood Maternity in Yorkdale Mall is also convinced it’s a girl. The one time I met her, while purchasing my new dress, she eyed my belly and the following conversation ensued:
Cashier: “You’re having a girl”
Me: “Oh really? How can you tell?” (trying to be polite, as I think all the old wive’s tales on gender prediction are a bunch of hooey).
Cashier: “The way you’re carrying. Oh! Let me check my Chinese Astrological (something-er-other) Predictor Book” (She flips through…) “What month did you conceive in?”
Me: “Uh.. December”
Cashier: “And how old are you?”
Me: “24″
Cashier: “Yup, you’re definitely having a girl. I’ve only been wrong 2 or 3 times in 3 years”.
Me: (thinking silently to myself: “out of how many predictions, five?”)
