I’m now 35 weeks pregnant (according to my calculations) or 36 weeks pregnant (according to the ob-gyn who definitely was not there when it happened!).
Nine months is a long time. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever, and I’m still not one of these “glowing pregnant women”. Don’t get me wrong—it is a fascinating experience. But it needs to end at one point!
As scary as the perspective of labour and birth is, I must admit I’m now looking forward to the “Grand Finale” for all these reasons:
- Mini-us loves jumping on my bladder. It was cute when it was a few grams. It’s not cute now that he/she is five pounds.
- I’d love to be able to breathe again. I really can’t right now with the baby pushing into my lungs. And trust me, breathing is actually a pretty cool thing to do regularly.
- I want to go buy some clothes. I haven’t shopped in eight months because I figured it wasn’t worth it, but now I’m looking forward to getting something new—anything new, really.
- I want my body back. I’m a communist and I don’t mind sharing, but hey, it’s been almost nine months. Taking a walk just by myself would be nice.
- I’m sick and tired of getting up every few hours to go pee at night. Yes, I know I will soon be getting up to feed someone, but at least it would be a change.
- I miss doing the floor series on my stomach at yoga. I need to stretch my spine.
- I’d love to eat a normal meal without feeling like I gulped down ten pounds of food. My stomach is so compressed right now that a cup of water fills me up.
- I need a glass of wine. And I don’t even drink.
- Waxing my bikini line and my legs is getting really hard.
- I’m sick of my weekly ob-gyn appointments at the hospital. Lovely people there but I feel I’m spending my life in the waiting room and I read all the magazines.
- I want a belly that doesn’t move on its own.
- I like surprises and I don’t mind some suspense, but still, I kind of want to know whether it’s a boy or a girl.
- I want to use my abs normally again. Right now, just turning in bed is painful.
- I’m tired of being careful and analyzing everything I do, eat, drink, etc. I need to take care of a baby outside my womb, not inside me.
- I want to count the fingers and toes (and considering my math skills, I will probably get it wrong).
- Ultrasound pictures aren’t very flattering. I’m sure I can do better with my camera.
- I want to be able to bend normally over the sink when I’m brushing my teeth.
- No more “pregnancy police” please! Yes, I know, I will get comments from the “baby police” soon.
- I want to know whether I did an okay job of baking mini-us. I hope so.
- I want to know if I can survive labour, God dammit!
I hope the kid can find the way out, though. It seems that the baby has my sense of direction: he/she keeps on pushing toward the right side of my belly, while the exit is clearly… ahem, down there.
Maybe I should draw an arrow on my belly?
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Trust me, it will all be worth it when you hold that little one in your arms!
Here’s to The Grand Finale and “owning” your body once again!
Yay! Thank you, because I *know* you know what you are taling about (three times!)
Woohoo!! Can’t wait for the big revelation! Good luck for the last few days of this wonderful journey. I am almost picturing you say “Feng! Quick, lets go to the hospital, I think it’s time! And then get my laptop so I can blog about it!” 😀
Maybe not the laptop… but the BlackBerry? 😆 Nah, I think I’ll be pretty focused on the action and, ahem, the pain. But I love writing about these nine months right now, it’s cathartic.
Again, I admire your humor with respect to pregnancy. I think you’re the first person I’ve met who had a baby and actually candidly expresses humorous thoughts like this. If you write these thoughts and others into a memoir, I honestly think it would have a high probability of getting published!
Thank you, that’s very sweet of you!
I think honesty is everything. I don’t expect every woman to feel like me obviously, but I did (and do) get annoyed by these perfect people who don’t even acknowledge the tough part of these nine months, again, no matter how great of an adventure it is.
I LOVE nr. 4! Must be an odd feeling, to have the impression that whatever you do, you’re not alone.
It is actually! But hey, I don’t feel lonely 😆
Hi Zhu,
I was thinking about you and your little one. Oh my goodness, you are ready! I can only live this “vicariously” as I never had children.
Have faith; (s)he will be wonderful. I will be so happy to learn the news when the time comes!!
xox
Thank you Barb! It doesn’t matter whether you had children or not, you have life experience 😉
You have a belly piercing? That is quite badass 😉
Heh, you sound so cheerful! I’m glad you can maintain being cheerful despite all the things happening around pregnancy and the baby police!
Oh yeah, I almost forget I have it… had it done when I was 16, it was super trendy in France at the time 😆 Never bothered removing it. I have my nose pierced as well, and a bunch of earring in each ear (four or five).
Yoooooooooooooooooooooo Zhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…..I am so sorry I did’t know!!!! Congratulation!!!!!!!! This is wonderful news and I am so so behind…..what a joy……I can’t wait to see your baby 🙂 🙂
So so happy for you my dear friend 😀 MUACK!!!!!
And MUACK MUACK to the baby 😀
Thank you for your support! No one knew, it was a surprise 😉
Arf… Hold on, it’s almost over!
When I read all this, I’m always very admirative to ladies like you who are brave enough to become pregnant and have babies. Since I’m a little girl, that’s always been a mystery to me. I even swear I’ll never be pregnant, and more than 10 years later, I didn’t change my mind! I’m not brave enough.
Meh, I’m not brave, I complain all the time! Trust me, if you want to (and you don’t have to want to!) you can do it.
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