There are few things more depressing in life than when even your maternity clothes don’t fit you anymore. It hardly seems comprehensible that these clothes that once draped over you like a tent are now getting to be a tight squeeze. All those “huge” maternity T-shirts are now edging up on your genuinely enormous belly to expose the bottom three inches of the attractive maternity panel on your jeans. That weight that you swore you would never actually reach during your pregnancy is only two and a half pounds away. You can’t remember a time when you weren’t pregnant. You alternate between an elated anticipation (“This is the week!”), a stoic patience (“Take it one day at a time–every day brings you closer!”), and a quiet desperation (“I can’t take anymore of this! I’m going to be pregnant FOREVER! Somebody get this baby out of me!!!”).
The baby isn’t moving as often–it must be getting a little cramped in there–but when he does move, you can tell that he wants out almost as much as I want him to be out. Somebody just needs to show him the door! I found this blog to echo my sentiments on the matter. I’m sure that I’m all black and blue on the inside.
I hate waiting. As I mutter that, I can’t help but picture an impatient Inigo Montoya standing at the top of a cliff waiting for the Man in Black to climb to the top and engage him in swordplay. If I could, I would throw a rope to my impending duel to hasten its arrival! Oh well. What can you do?
Last night, when you were having contractions (which didn’t turn out to be real labor), I had this strange mix of feelings. I wanted you to be in pain while at the same time hated the idea of your being in pain. It is strange to think, “Let’s bring on the discomfort; the more painful the contractions, the better!” I truly do wish I could help bear that pain for you.
We’re almost there, babe!
By: andrewalma on October 2, 2007
at 6:21 am
Waiting is the worst. The feeling of relief when it’s all over makes it worth the wait, though. Focus on that — I would find myself daydreaming about what it feels like not to be pregnant. It’s such a good feeling after nine months!
By: liz on October 2, 2007
at 9:04 am
This is completely beside the point… but I wanted to tell you what a great writer you are! With your experience as a mom and your amazing writing talent you should totally submit articles to parenting magazines… or better yet, write a book. (You know, in all your spare time
) I’m always entertained by your blogs. Anyway, I’m glad that you’re hanging in there. I’m more than happy to take Lily on my day’s off. Just give me a call.
By: shannon on October 2, 2007
at 11:03 am
man. that stage on pregnancy bites. I mean there is no way you are going to buy new clothes that will fit you just for the last couple of weeks, but I swear I gain 10 lbs just during the last week! Oh, and all the huge shirts that I had from my first pregnancy that were still big at 9 months, and I started wearing them at 5 months…S.T.I.N.K.S!
By: kira on October 2, 2007
at 11:07 am