(1) This pregnancy will seriously never end.
(2) On a related note: I am not at all ready for this, and 12 more weeks* is nowhere near enough time for me to get ready.
This weekend, while my husband and child were off at a picnic in the blazing hot sun (no thanks), I was off at the mall running all kinds of crazy errands. I stopped by GapMaternity because (a) they were having a sale; and (b) I am crazy about the cotton knit wrap dress as a concept, because I keep telling myself that maybe I can actually wear them post-baby.** While there, I wandered into BabyGap, because at the Glendale Galleria, they put the Itty-Bitty Baby Stuff right at the perimeter of the Big Giant Belly Stuff. I ended up buying a package of long-sleeved onesies, which is my first official purchase for Fetal Blah.
Once I got home, I opened up a box of Haagen-Dazs ice cream bars, plopped onto the couch, and started going through my new stuff. I opened the onesie package and pulled one out. As I held it up before me, my stomach flipped over. I lunged for the phone and called my sister Lola, who Did. NOT! ANSWER!!
"Hi, it's me," I said to my sister's recorded voice. "I'm sitting here with a package of onesies? Which I just bought at BabyGap? And it's the first thing that I've bought for the baby and I'm totally freaking out I mean I'm totally freaking out I mean what the hell am I thinking having a BABY?? I'm HAVING A BABY?! Call me back. Love you, bye."
Seriously, I was almost in tears. And then I finished my ice cream bar and paced around the house waiting for her to call back, but she didn't because she
[In his defense, my stepdad has had serious health problems over the past two months and was actually in a coma for a while there, after which he was on some serious drugs, so I guess that might have slipped his mind.]
Minor freakout? Check.
Moving into third trimester? Check.
Adding to my pregnancy ailments by the day? Check, and check, and check. In addition to the heartburn, and the fluid in the ear, and the back pain, now the baby has moved down low. Not head down, but just seems to be residing low in the uterus and is lying flat on a nerve in my vajayjay. I feel like I should be waddling around with a bag of frozen peas strapped to my crotch, but since that would not go over too well in the office, I am just throwing back Tylenol and trying to remember to get up and walk around every hour or so. Oh, and drinking lots of water, since I'm also having contractions.
Yes, I have consulted my physician on this issue. Apparently second babies sit lower, earlier. You know, nobody ever frickin' tells me these things ahead of time. Just have to grin and bear it! Thanks!
* At least I know when the baby is coming, unlike those who have to wait for things to happen naturally (and go sometimes to 42 weeks. My God, my heart aches for you.) My C-section is tentatively scheduled for exactly 12 weeks from today.***
** I purchased a sleeveless light blue wrap dress which I intend to wear every single day so help me God until the baby is born. Okay, except for today, because I am wearing these cool new demi-panel olive maternity pants with a hip and happenin' black swing top and flats. I feel like Lucy frickin' Ricardo over here.
*** I don't know if I've mentioned it, but due to my myomectomy last October, if I try to give birth naturally, my uterus might rupture. I'm not so crazy about that idea, so I'm going under the knife.
4 comments:
12 weeks is no time at all but isn't it crazy how it seems that way when you're pregnant? And how sweet that you bought your first baby clothes for the little one and had that reaction. The strangest things make the impending arrival of a baby seem so real. Second ones do sit lower and it's SO uncomfortable. I swear I thought I could hear my youngest son grinding against my pelvic bone!
You must live so close to me. If you need any help with anything, let me know.
I have two issues with 12 more weeks. The first is that it means I am going to be this uncomfortable and more for 12 more weeks. The second (and related) issue is that I am gaining about a pound a week at this point. I look at myself and think, I can't possibly get any bigger! But I am right on track with where I was when pregnant with Viva as far as weight goes.
The sitting lower: YES. I am scared to pee these days because it feels like the baby is just. right. there. And might mistakenly squeeze out when I pee!
We do live pretty close to each other. I am two traffic lights (oops, now three since they added that traffic light to keep pedestrians from being killed) away from the crazy crowded Trader Joe's. I regularly pass the Casbah Cafe on my drive home from work. Since you have mentioned both of these before I know we travel a lot of the same routes! I would love to meet you some day. (Be careful what you wish for...) We should email privately. I promise I won't stalk you. (I am far too pregnant and lethargic to be a danger to you.)
I can say this because I'm not full of baby, but 12 weeks will fly by. I'm gonna starta baby countdown for you on my chalkboard at work.
I'm looking forward to meeting the little one soon!!
Cee: eleven weeks from today. God help us all.
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