Where’d M Go?

Yesterday morning I was in the shower, minding my own business, when I realized my belly was not where it used to be. It’s shifted. Down. Quite a ways down. M’s rump used to be at the very top of the uterus, and now it’s only a few inches above my belly button. It’s weird how different it looks and feels to me! A couple people have been very sweet and have tried to say things like “Oh, you just can’t tell when a baby will come based on when he drops,” but most people have said, “Looks like that baby is coming early!” 

So you can imagine the freak-out mode I was in yesterday and, if this morning is any indication of how the day will progress, today also. I made sure to get some last-minute things at Target, but I think this nursery is completely ready for M. Am I? No. I would love to meet the little guy, I’m very excited, but I won’t even be 35 weeks until Friday. M needs to stay in there at least another few weeks. 

Just in case there is a time stamp on these blog entries, yes, it is 4:30 AM. I’ve been up since 3. No reason. It’s not like I’m uncomfortable sleeping or anything. My brain just doesn’t shut off at night. My sleep schedule has gotten so wonky. People keep saying, “Oh, it’s just nature getting you ready for sleep with a newborn!” which, by the way, is very annoying advice. It’s not scientifically accurate, and laughing while telling a sleep-deprived person that they have many more months (or years, depending on the cruelty of the person) of being sleep-deprived is probably some form of military torture. This type of advice is on the same level as “Enjoy going to that movie because it’s the last one you’ll see for a few years!” or some other statement that makes me wonder, if it’s really that bad, why anyone ever has more than one child. I get the impression that it’s some sort of initiation ritual to make the sleep-deprived parent feel just a little better in a few months: yes, I may be sleep-deprived, but at least I can still go to the movies. Or something like that. I don’t know. I’m operating on a sleep-deprived brain right now.

By themagnificentms

Warning: Highly Sentimental Post

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.

By themagnificentms

More Maternity Pictures!

I had my shower last weekend, and since M isn’t being properly grateful (too busy growing fingernails and learning how to breathe, I guess), I would just like to say THANK YOU to everyone! It was great seeing everyone and we got some great swag.

And now…more maternity pictures!

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8 Week Countdown!

I’m now 32 weeks along, so the 8 week countdown has begun! We went and got our glider last weekend and at the end of the salesman’s custom upholstery options, he said a custom glider would take 6-8 weeks to come in. At first I just nodded along, and then it hit me: I can’t get a custom glider because there’s a very real change M will be here before then! It was a little bit of a rude awakening.

The pregnancy is still going very well. M is starting to get cramped, so he isn’t kicking so much, just moving. He’s sitting very nicely (according to the doctor, not my bladder) in the head-down position. I really can’t complain about anything. Oh, I do have one major complaint: I’m pretty sure my boobs can be used as flotation devices in the event of an emergency. Seriously. We had maternity pictures taken yesterday and I’m so embarrassed. They’re all I can see. I keep thinking that at some point, they’ll stop growing. No such luck just yet. My friends keep saying M is going to be one chunky monkey.

This will be a picture-heavy post. The photographer posted a few pictures, and I’ve taken pictures of the nursery. It’s not completely finished, but pretty close. Close enough to really freak me out whenever I walk by! 

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Seriously, look at those things! Or don’t. Try to avert your eyes. They seem indecent just sitting there.

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And now, nursery:

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Baby shower is tomorrow! I’m so excited. 

By themagnificentms