271 days of pregnancy.
When will it end? When will BabyG make his/her appearance into this world? It is all one big unknown. In talking with my midwife, reading The Books and searching the Internet, there is no definitive way to know if I am two days or two weeks from delivery. Sure. There are signs like the "nesting instinct" (Um. I've been nesting since month #3) and the baby's lightening (yupper! done!) but none of these trigger a sure-fire countdown. This is hard for my Type-A personality.
Friday was my last official day of work. I've got FIVE months off. Wow! Exciting, huh? Well. Kinda. Now that I am in this waiting zone, it could be challenging to fill these free days. I can't really do too much. I can't go for a hike/run/bicycle ride/paragliding/rafting or any one of numerous fun activities that I'd love to do. I can't go on a trip as "it could be any day." Its like the most awkward vacation I've ever had. I think I can keep myself happy and occupied for about four or five days. I've got grand plans to watch crappy movies, read a bunch of books, harass people at work and sleep. But really, come next week, it could be some sort of very evil waiting game. Like the exercising, sex and spicy foods are really going to have to work their magic.
The Hubby is also in purgatory. His weekly mountain biking and work at our ski resort is out as there is no cell phone service. Off-roading trip to Crested Butte this weekend? No. Of course I am the one pulling the plug. Heaven for bid he, on his own, should realize the dire consequences of me being in labor and him not being there. Marriage = over. A few nights of him being incommunicado for 6 hours have nearly led to panic attacks. I mean. Six hours could land BabyG in this world. When the Hubby casually strolls in, smelling of booze, covered in dirt, I seriously want to scream. Perhaps I should be screaming more often. The blank stare/my-wife-is-crazy stare and silence I receive when talking to him about this makes my blood pressure boil. I mean. Come on, now. I have 271 days of what feels to be a complete and total transformation of both my life as well as my body. I am asking for just a few days/weeks (okay, and then a life-time of child-rearing but that obviously will be the topic of future posts). Pah.
Okay. So let's cross fingers and toes for a delightful few days of "vacation" and then let's get this show on the road!
2 comments:
I'm so jealous. I worked right up until the day before I delivered. I had literally one day to get everything ready. That sucked. I should have taken some time to just center myself: read a book, drink a lot of hot tea, enjoy the sound of quiet... Try to do the same, because you don't have to worry / that baby is coming! And when it does, it'll be like an earthquake has hit.
He'll figure it out. Like we said, he hasn't had the immediate changes to his body that you have, and so for him, this is still something happening to you. The day the baby comes, he'll snap to. I am 100% certain. In other news, do you need distraction? 'Cause you can harrass me if you want.
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