38 weeks, 2 days.

Some of you blog readers have Facebook and may have seen a recent post I said there. I'm going to share it again here:

"I never thought I would get to the point of complaining. I am so blessed and so thankful to be pregnant and carry to 38 weeks.

But I am done. My feet are swollen, I am exhausted, and baby is pushing and knocking at the door- literally. Rolling over in bed, getting up from the floor, and picking things up are beyond impossible. I have a short fuse- and if one more person tells me "you must have more than one baby in there" or "oh, you shouldn't be working anymore", they're going to get more than just the killer stare.

Please come soon. We are ready to meet you and I'm ready carry you in my arms. I'm over this belly business."


Yep. So she's "knocking at the door": I.e. my pelvis hurts. It's like a bowling ball (or her head) is resting on my pelvic bone. I may complain about this and you may think 'oh just wait until labor, that's going to be killer'. First of all usually it's men that are telling me about painful labor. Shut your mouth and just tell me I look nice. (Short fuse remember!!) I know labor will be painful, but the epidural and pain medicine will help me feel better. :)

Next issue: rolling over, or getting up from a lounging position. My abs are not where they are usually, so I can't just sit up. And I can't just roll over, because my pelvis hurts, so it's more like a not-so-graceful scoot around. It's quite difficult, and I can't manage to roll over without waking up J. And my restlessness is just awful.

Sidetrack humor story: last night I could not fall asleep. Couldn't get comfortable, legs were restless, felt itchy and bothered all over. So after tossing and scooting for an hour, I decided to get up and use the bathroom. While in there I did some stretching and tried to march out my tension/restlessness. J comes in "mid-march", looks at me like I'm insane, and asks if I am in labor. I explained that I was just restless. He rolled his eyes and went back to bed.

Back on track to complaining. Picking things up from the floor: gravity is not my friend. I am increasingly clumsy (mostly butterfingers), and every time I drop something I just sigh. We had baked ziti for dinner the other night, and while serving a piece fell onto the floor and a little under the cabinets. J said (with a devious chuckle) "are you going to pick that up? Can you reach it?" Let's just say he got an evil look and that I did not attempt pasta retrieval from the floor. :-P

Lastly- people say the strangest things to pregnant people. Let's review some of my favorites I have heard throughout pregnancy (yes, as early as 5 months!!)
-Oh wow, you're going to pop!
-Are you having twins? There has to be more than one baby in there!
-That shirt doesn't quite fit anymore, does it?
-Wow, your belly looks amazing, but your face... Bless your heart.
-Stop touching your belly, it will aggravate the baby.
-Oh you can't do that.
-Why are you still working?
-You look fat
-You look too thin
-How much weight have you gained?
-What's the baby's name? (Then I tell them and they make a face and say "oh.. Interesting". I didn't ask your opinion, you asked me!)


Okay so I'm done complaining. Even though I'm ready for her to get here ASAP, I am enjoying the sweet hiccups, the little kicks she gives daddy in the morning when he gently places his hand on my belly, and the love I feel growing for her every day. Can't wait to meet you little lady- I hope you come this week.

Thursday would be cool :)