Published by admin on 12 Jun 2012 at 07:49 pm
People keep asking me how far along I am and I say 9 months. And they’re like, “WOAH, so you’re due like now?” and then I have to explain to them that pregnancy is 40 fucking weeks. And they glaze over and just want to know my due date. I’ve also had a couple of people tell me I don’t look that pregnant, which is hilarious, because COME ON. Also, the baby is measuring in the normal range, so suck it! My body just likes to modestly keep the baby close and not basketball it away from itself like some cute pregnant people I know.
The ankles are still a swelling and I’m uncomfortable about 30% of my day. Which, to be honest isn’t really that terrible. It’s just the cervix head bumps that are really making me gasp. Lay off the cervix, kid.
I saw the doctor today and she reassured me that her c section rate is much lower than Cedars’ which makes me feel better. That and the (slightly offensive?) reassurance from Seth that I have a good birthing body and a little distance from the class and I’m feeling much better. Besides, if I have a c section, I have a c section. Not much can be done by worrying over it. (Thanks for all the advice, by the way. It’s been very, very helpful.) And as Seth and I like to say (even though neither of us is remotely religious or in AA), “Let go and let god.” We say it with a little irony, of course, but not so much as to be offensive (we hope).
The car seat arrived yesterday, but it is sitting in the box alongside the crib (also in the box) and I have yet to pull the trigger on the bassinet. So, procrastination is still in effect. My doctor is out of town next week, so the baby is on strict instructions NOT to be born while she is gone, and so if he is born next week, I will be so PISSED. Her office has 6 (maybe 7?) doctors in practice with her, but I’ve never met any of them. Her practice doesn’t work that way, she’s my doctor and does the delivery, they don’t trade days. So, yeah, STAY INSIDE, kid. You have some more cooking to do! Thankfully I’ll see her Monday morning before she leaves, so if anything seems weird, we’ll know then that someone else will probably be handling the catching. (Please don’t let that happen…)
Ok, then. Here’s the bump.
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