Made me laugh so hard I might have peed my pants a little. Says Hubby while gazing upon my 84 months pregnant visage... complete with unzipped maternity pants and a t-shirt that creeping up to my chest.....
"Jesus. Your navel looks like a bullet wound."
He's very concerned that the stretch marks hurt. They don't. They're just scary looking. All in all though, I'm really not that huge. She's a little overwhelming from the side, but I haven't gained a lot of width, and in all truth, the safe money was on my ass expanding to about four times it's size. That didn't happen.
As for the last two weeks of the pregnancy, they've been interesting. Week 33 was a good one, with only 1 dose of medicine. Then, last Friday, it hit. Our friend K was in town, and my shower was the next morning. I woke up at midnight in a state of hurtin. I then proceeded to puke violently every 1/2 an hour until 9 a.m., with one last round at 11:45 (5 minutes before I had to leave for my baby shower). The doc said as long as I could keep some liquid down and the baby was moving that I'd be fine. Unfortunately, I wasn't the most energetic at my baby shower, but still had a great time. The Cuz made it a beautiful party, and I've got some great group of friends that spoiled me rotten. I slept from the moment I got home til about noon the next morning- only rousing when Hubby made me drink an ounce or two of Gatorade or sip some soup. I had pretty much recovered by Monday a.m., in time to be left alone for another week of 90210 reruns, crossword puzzles, and general staring at the walls.
Since that time, I've had one more day where I needed a dose of meds, and had to skip childbirth class. Then, the Grandma decided she had something better to do, and half the family got the black lung, so my family shower, scheduled for tomorrow, was cancelled. No biggie. Instead, Hubby and I are staging a siege. Babies R Us won't know what hit 'em. Every day that goes by, I realize that Baby Girl could be here at any moment. After an incredibly generous gift basket arrived from Hubby's office, we have more than half the credit we need to get all our gear. Hubby stopped today to get the final linens for the Nursery, and to order my superhot diaperbag. By Sunday evening, we will be ready gear and room-wise for her arrival. I'm sure I'll post about the siege, the set-up, and all the fun we're going to have doing it.
Can we prepare mentally or emotionally? I really think not.
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