Typically I write posts about whatever pops into my head on any given day – usually on days when I get a good nap out of my boys and/or there is nothing good on tv at night. These past few days I have been exhausted and uninspired, so my husband told me to just write about what is relevant in my life right now. Here goes. This is what is relevant:
I am at that point in pregnancy where the only topic of conversation that can be had between me and another human is about this baby and when it, or shall I say he, is coming out. Here are some FAQs that I answer multiple times daily. In the event that anyone reading this little blog is curious too, I thought I would share:
1. When is your due date? – April 11th
2. Do you know what you are having? – a boy
3. Are you going to try for a girl next? – Let’s see how it goes with 3 first. And no, I will not try for a girl. If I want a 4th kid it’s because I want a 4th kid and not a girl specifically. Look what happened to my mom. She tried for a boy 5 times and wound up with the opposite. Plus, it’s sort of cool to be gender unique in my little fam.
4. Do you have a name picked out? – No, but if we did we probably wouldn’t share it. We have options, but no winner yet.
5. How are you feeling? – There are two versions of answers to this question.
Version A (given to random acquaintances, supermarket checkout people, and men.) – Oh, pretty good!
Version B (the real answer given to close friends, family members and especially my husband) – Like crap! Everything hurts from my collar bones south. Veins are bulging out of my legs and appear as though they may burst at any given moment thanks to my inherited varicose veins and the 4 extra pounds of blood that is circulating around my body. My ribs are bruised from expansion. My tailbone is bruised from the baby’s head bobbing up and down on it. I can hardly reach my toes and need the help from my almost 4 year old to get my boots off. I can’t sleep due to heartburn and frequent trips the the bathroom. My husband can’t sleep because I “sound like a semi-truck”… (you would too if you had a 7 lb bowling ball resting on your lungs). I can barely carry my children, but do anyway which is causing my lower back to throb. I have frequent Braxton Hicks contractions which aren’t necessarily painful, but instead feels like someone is grabbing a hold of my bladder and wringing it out like a wet towel. And several times per day when my little one wants to be carried down the steps I make grandiose arm motions around my belly asking him if he thinks this big belly looks comfortable… as if prying sympathy out of a 1 year old who is about to lose his spot as “the baby” will help. Oh, and even though the doctors say I am not dilated, I swear it feels like the head is out.
* (As a footnote, I must add that I secretly love all of these aches and pains and am really not complaining. Every added ailment means that I am one step closer to meeting this baby… but I will still gladly accept sympathy, foot rubs, afternoons “off” to rest, and babysitters)
6. Are you ready? – Yes.
7. Did you pack your bag yet? – No. That will definitely buy me an extra week of pregnancy. Not packing my bag until I am in labor this time.
I know a lot of women get frustrated by the lack of anything else to talk about besides the life protruding from within, but not me. I love it. When my belly is all that people can notice about me, that means I am near the end and that this baby can’t possibly be in there for much longer. Or will he?
Stay tuned for my next post on being late… twice.