Consider yourself warned: this will be an uncharacteristically sentimental post.
I am now 34 weeks along. I have 6 weeks left until we meet the little man (give or take a couple weeks). I am so nervous!
Here’s where I am right now:
Laika was being very nosy, so she and Mr. Fat Cat had to join the picture.
So definitely getting bigger, but still pretty manageable. M still isn’t waking me up at night, but all of a sudden my bladder is. I figure making it until 34 weeks before I start making trips to the restroom at night is pretty good, though.
It seems to me that people have been humoring me and my “this pregnancy is going great” attitude and now they’ve decided I should just hush up and admit it: I’m miserable. The problem is, I’m really not. At all. I almost wish I had things to complain about because I just don’t have much to talk about. It seems everyone wants to hear complaints and commiserate with the uncomfortable, miserable preggo, but they don’t know what to say to the woman who is still almost entirely comfortable. I say “almost” because I’m not a miracle, I have uncomfortable moments. If I’m on my feet more than an hour or so my back definitely hurts, but usually I just do some stretches and I’m back to golden.
M has been getting cramped, but it’s kind of awesome. I can feel everything and even from the outside, I can discern foot from butt from whatever. The midwife gives me an update on M’s position every time, and he hasn’t moved since she started. His butt is clear up at the very top of the uterus, exactly in the center, and his head is straight down. Typically, his knees are in my right side, just below my ribs. He gets my ribs every once in awhile, and while it’s slightly painful when he does that, it’s also just downright cool. That’s my son. He has enough movement to poke me in the ribs. HE is doing that. Plus I can usually just push him back down and, unless he’s feeling feisty, he stays down. Sometimes he kicks back, and that’s just plain cool also. My son has enough personality to kick back!
Overall, I am not a sentimental or mushy person. It’s just not how I am. But this pregnancy is just more than I ever expected. The only word that comes to mind to accurately describe my feelings about this pregnancy is “miraculous”. Everything about it is just truly miraculous. My lack of terrible pregnancy symptoms is definitely awesome. Justin is awesome! His reaction to this pregnancy is just fantastic. He’s so INTO this pregnancy and seeing the excitement at meeting his son is truly touching. I can’t believe how much I love him because I know what a great father he’s going to be. Heck, what a great father he already is. Every time I feel M move, I just have to stop and feel it because it’s SO COOL. He’s moving! How miraculous is that?! Justin and I created something that is MOVING inside of me right now. As much as I joke about the parasite or the alien, I still just can’t believe that WE DID THIS. We created a little boy who is going to be joining us in six weeks (or so) and we will raise this little boy. I can’t concentrate on anything but this little guy inside of me, and it amazes me that anybody else can. I honestly don’t talk about M and this pregnancy with many people because I’m fully aware of just how carried away I would get and I can tell that most people just don’t want to hear it. Which is fine, I’m now becoming aware of how offensive my lack of interest probably was with my friends’ pregnancies.
I’m not ready for this pregnancy to be over. It’s still just so darn awesome and I’m not tired of it yet. I’m not ready to not have M all to myself. On the other hand, I’m very excited to meet M. I’m anxious to see if this absolute amazement of him will continue beyond the birth. Plenty of people have said to me, “Well sure, you’ve had an easy pregnancy, but just wait. You’ll be miserable when he’s here because [insert whatever reason here, like sleep deprivation, colic, blah blah blah].” I sure hope that’s not true. Even if those things do come true, I hope I can continue to see him as the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Because right now, everything else pales in comparison.