wherein I am eight months pregnant

2012-01-28 10:48 a.m.

I have a lot of cleaning and organizing to do and apparently I will even go so far as to update my blog to postpone this task.

What do I have to tell you since the last two weeks? NOTHING. Work has been full of upheaval that obviously I can't talk about on my blog, and now that it's done I am panicking about having to actually focus on getting ready for this baby. You know what we have? A car seat, six used washcloths that my mom got at Goodwill, a pacifier, and Harry is going to give us his co-sleeper. We also have a bib that says "My aunt is hot and single," and a Christmas ornament of a baby wearing a diaper.

As of today I am 33 weeks pregnant and the baby inside my belly is the size of a pineapple. We met with our doula yesterday to talk about the birth plan, and it suddenly hit me that instead of talking about it or doing research, we are actually going to be DOING THIS in five to seven weeks (hopefully). It will have to hit me again because I quickly pushed it out of my brain.

So, being pregnant takes up a lot of time. I'm bored, grossed out by the process, missing my friends, but at the same time have very little energy or desire to hang out much or plan anything social. Pretty much every position is uncomfortable. Walking makes my stomach feel weird. Leaning back too far when I'm sitting makes it hard to breathe. I worry about this weird feeling that my upper abdominal muscles may be separating. And I'm having a great, problem free pregnancy so far (knock on wood). I don't know how people do it who already have a kid or need bed rest or have some kind of complication to worry about. At the same time it is sort of magical and fun, especially when a little heel will drag across a swath of stomach, it makes me laugh to feel my little swimmer's antics.

So, for the next month I'm focusing on transitioning my work stuff, and then I'll have time to make everything perfect perfect lemon perfect for being able to enjoy some of the time off I'm about to get. Hahaha time off. My mission is to relax and stop having nightmares that the baby stops breathing and I can't get it to start again. MK assures me this won't happen but HOW DOES HE KNOW.

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