While, in time I may be in the final stretch, physically I feel I am also in the final stretch. Can this baby truly get any bigger in my body? Yesterday, I swear my belly was larger in the evening than it was in the morning. According to my BabyCenter weekly email, the baby is about 5 pounds and is gaining 1 oz every day. Its freakin' insane. I am applying belly butter / belly rub and all-things belly related as I feel my skin stretch, stretch, stretching. I actually think my belly should have its own alter-ego like "Fred" or something. Fred bumps into things, likes to be scratched, prefers cool, breezy temperatures and gets in the way of more intimate moments with the Hubby. Its kinda like he stares at you too. See:
Fred also invites conversation. I have all sorts of people predicting the gender of BabyG based on Fred. Its completely kooky, old-wives-tale bullshit as people are convinced the baby is a boy for the exact same reasons other people are convinced the baby is a girl. Their rationale all relates to how I am "carrying." I am "all out front" so I am having a boy. Oh. Wait. No, that means I am having a girl. I will say, however, that more people think it is a boy. However, my mom shared with me that everyone thought I was going to be a boy and...well, I am not.
In terms of Fred preferring cool, breezy temperatures, the entire "fat suit" that comes along with Fred has forced me to sleep in our solarium. Four nights ago I woke up suffering from a kind of heat that I have never experienced before. Insufferable. I went outside and just kinda panted for a while. So for the past three nights I have slept in the solarium where the cool night breeze is a total lifesaver. The Hubby slept with me last night and bundled down in blankets while I was comfortable with just a sheet. Its kinda bizarre.
While I will definitely confess that I am increasingly uncomfortable, I am still groovin' on being preggo. The entire idea of a life growing inside of me blows my mind. I LOVE feeling the baby moving around. I have even done some Morse Code tapping and gotten a response. Crazy cool.
Wait.
Little baby: Just because I think being preggo is cool, doesn't mean that the lease gets extended for more than 9 months. I am talking August 13 plus one or two days and you better get outta there. Outside of a genuine concern that I won't be able to move, I gotta meet you. And I do want to return to my non-preggo self that can shave her legs, go for a run and not lose her breath climbing the stairs.
Phew. That was close.
So yeah. The Final Stretch. Its pretty exciting.
4 comments:
Perhaps the fact that you felt compelled to give the belly a male-gendered name indicates you know, deep in your heart, that BabyG is a boy? How about making sure he pops out on August 11, at 19 inches, 6 lbs 8 oz, after only 13 hours of labor? All that would mean I win the pool. Please have a talk with BabyG abou tmaking sure Auntit KT wins the pool.
Wow, type much? What exactly is an Auntit?
i'll see what i can do. gotta line auntie's pockets with cash! i was born two days early so your due date selection bodes well.
i honestly have no "deep in my heart" sense about the gender of this kid. really.
You look great for 36 weeks! I looked like a dirigible! But oh my, the next few weeks will seem like an eternity, so be sure to have lots of dates and lots of naps. Getting so excited!
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