I seem to be 38 weeks pregnant.
I was induced with Joseph at 39 weeks pregnant, and Isaac at 39.5 weeks, but my new Oregon doctor doesn’t induce until 41 weeks!
Joseph was 8 lbs. 11 oz and Isaac was 8 lbs 6 oz and with a potential for 2 more weeks of growth for this little fella… it’s enough to make you cover your lady parts. Or is that just me? Do you at least cringe in sympathy?
But, here is what I try to communicate to the new mom who is 20 weeks pregnant with her first and moaning about the impending labor-experience:
When you get to the end of your pregnancy, labor doesn’t seem so bad! Well,okay, it seems BAD, but you are willing to DO IT just to get that sucker on out of your body!
Are you willing to push the baby out of your EAR if that is what it takes? Then you are ready for childbirth.
And, even if you aren’t really ready, you have to do it anyway!
So, let’s just get this show on the road, baby of mine! The whole experience is…hanging over my head a bit. Like an upcoming test or dentist appointment? But…if I remember right…much worse.
Also, can you all lean in for a minute? And look me right in the eye? (If you can tear your eyes away from my stomach!) Can you all promise to never ever ever ever ask a giant-ly pregnant woman if they are “sure it’s not twins?!”
It’s not funny. It’s not clever. She’s sure it’s not twins. AND, she is sure that she is going to go home and finish off that carton of ice cream to drown her sorrows.
I am SOOOOOO sick of hearing this! ACK!
Let’s join hands and repeat after me, “You look great!” “Wow!” “Amazing!” “Miraculous!” “Magnificent!” or even a sympathetic “Hang in there!” or “I’m sorry! You are almost there!”
See?! Now I want to eat that ice cream because it is DELICIOUS, not because I have to make myself feel better! YAY!
In conclusion, I do realize that I am looking a bit…stupendous. But, that is just kind of how I roll when I am pregnant.
And after leaving Costco last week, Joseph asked, “Why does everyone keep saying that they are sorry that you’re pregnant?” because of all of the sympathy I was getting.
But, I told him, and I will tell you, “It’s because my tummy is so big and heavy! But I’m not sorry! I get to have a cute little BABY soon!”
PS Also, my husband still thinks I’m a dish!!