Today we are officially at the 35 week point which, if you actually know me (like, in real life), then you know that Alexandra was born at 35 weeks. Thus, the importance of today. As of 1:39 PM EST there are no signs of early labor and the impending arrival of Baby T #2. Which is kind of disappointing. Don't get me wrong. I totally understand the importance of a 40 week gestation and the longer the baby gestates the better but, really? 5 more weeks of this? Provided the outcome is the same as Alexandra's which was we had a perfectly healthy, albeit small, baby then I'm more than willing to give birth today. I mean, I'm like really willing. My belly button is popped so far out it looks like a fifth appendage. My smooth walking gate is officially more of a waddle because the baby has a habit of pressing on my bladder and backside at the same time which is highly uncomfortable. I'm also a little nervous about just how big this baby will get if we go to a full 40 weeks. Birthing a five pounder was nothing. Birthing an eight pounder might be a whole different story and one I don't really want to have as part of my repertoire.
In general, I'm just over it. I don't suppose I was really into it to begin with as pregnancy isn't something I enjoy despite how easy it is for me. Although, with all of that being said I know what lies ahead. It's a vast span of time when Marcus and I walk around like zombies and I cry a lot because it's overwhelming. So, on second thought, maybe having the baby isn't such a great idea. (S)he should probably just stay put for a long, long time.
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