36 weeks: confessions of a woman ready to pop04/20/2011 at 10:49 am | Posted in baby sunshine, pregnancy | 12 Comments
Tags: 36 weeks, pregnancy, pregnant, third trimester
You guys. We’re in the home stretch.
I say “we” because I feel like you all are walking right alongside me in this journey. You’ve tolerated endless stories of how sick I’ve been since the moment I saw the plus sign on the stick. You’ve encouraged me through self-doubt posts. And cheered along with me in my “I can beat PPD again” posts.
Thank you for all of your support and kindness. And thanks for sticking around.
I’m technically full-term in just a few days. HOLY CRAP.
Besides a delightful stomach bug that leveled me, I’ve felt nothing different than the status quo of the past 36 weeks: queasy, dizzy, craving fried chicken. At last check, my cervix is thinning but has not started to dilate. For that information, you’re welcome.
And my brain? Is so full of stuff swimming around in every which direction I can hardly see straight. Thoughts of naming my child and vacuuming my house keep me up at night. Every night.
So (lucky you) it’s confession time. Because if I can’t blog about it, I might just explode.
Here they are:
– I packed my hospital bag. Just in case.
– I cried nonstop during an entire hour of Oprah.
– I’m starting to feel guilty over taking away Small Fry’s “only” status. Is she going to pull away from me? Hate me?
– Also, I’m going to miss our little threesome.
– How is it possible to love another child as much as I love Small Fry? I can’t wrap my brain around this one. But I’m confident that my heart will expand and surprise me.
– The nursery is still a pile of boxes and bags awaiting the yard sale. But there are diapers, clean clothes and a place for baby to sleep. So it’ll be okay. Tell me it’ll be okay.
– I’m sooooooo DONE with feeling sick.
– I can’t get enough fruit and orange juice and popsicles. Anything ice-cold, really.
– I had my first baby dream: it was a BOY with blonde hair and pink eyes. Weird.
– I can only sleep on my left side.
– I can’t remember the last time I shaved my legs. (Sorry, Marc.)
– I’m afraid of labor. I’ve done this before, but dang, it sure did hurt.
– But I’m also more excited than I ever imagined I’d feel.
– I cannot wait to meet this baby.