Wednesday, May 7, 2008

31 weeks

I was showered with gifts this weekend and had a wonderful time seeing family and friends. Josh and I were both overwhelmed by the generosity and our now in the process of sorting through it all and figuring out what we still need...and just how many onesies does a person need? We are starting to count down...8-9 weeks to go. I can't believe that is all we have left (maybe less) before we meet this little person. I am finishing up work in the next two weeks and am desperately looking forward to a little time off before our whole lives change. There are so many last minute things I feel like I need to get ready, I hope I have time to fit them all in.

I am starting to get nervous about the whole 'birth' thing, but the baby has to come out, so I don't really have a choice in the matter. I am just crossing my fingers that the stars can align and I can be induced at the time my body is getting ready on its own and I can have the wonderful thing called an epidural. That's right folks, if this little guys decided to come when he wants to, I am o'natural....awesome. It has to do with the amount of time I am off the blood thinners before an anesthesiologist will put a needle in my back. I will survive, MANY women do it and live to tell about it, and some even go on to have more children. One could argue their mental stability, but whatever. I just hope he doesn't come crazy early, because I would like a little more time to prepare.

Side note and belly is huge, or at least feels that way. I know people mean well, but if one more person tells me how big I have gotten or how I have "popped" I am going to punch them in the face. And I feel terrible, because I know I have uttered these words to my dear friends and I can promise, never again will I tell a pregnant woman anything but that she looks beautiful. Even if it is a lie. At this point I would take lies, I might even welcome them over the alternative....being the truth. I am also sick of people joking about my hormones. I know I am cranky, you don't need to point it out to me. I am cranky becuase I am not sleeping more that 1 1/2 hr intervals, have to get up at 5 just to haul myself to school to teach someone else's 12 year old brat, I am peeing more times than I can count (the total was up to 25 and that was modest) and the only perk is people hold open doors for me, sometimes.

For those of you who are out there and are pregnant or trying...I'm sorry, but someone needs to tell you the truth.


Victoria said...

if one more person tells me how big I have gotten or how I have "popped" I am going to punch them in the face.

And here I am, at 17 weeks, all excited because finally, finally this week I can put away the magnifying glass I was previously using to attempt to convince myself that I was indeed showing. So looks like I have about 3 months to transition from my current euphoric "yay! belly! look, proof that I'm not making up this whole pregnancy thing!" to the other end of the spectrum. Thanks for the timeline & fair warning ;-) Never thought to count the trips to the bathroom, but I'm thinking 25+ sounds about right for me too. I thought that was supposed to ease up 2nd trimester, but as yet, no such luck... Anyway, glad your shower went well, and here's hoping there's time for everything -- including a little well deserved rest -- before the main event.

Tom said...

this is a good primer for me shea...thanks for the post

Tom said...

so i just discovered your name ends with a "y." sorry about that.

april said...

omg shey. please do not rush around doing things. please, please, please, just lie there and do nothing after school ends. watch tv. get a massage. read deep and interesting books. it is the last time in your life (at least the immediate future) you will get to do it and you will kick yourself in the teeth (if that's possible) after the kid is born and you are just trying to survive.

not to make it sound bad, because it's not, but i figured somebody better tell you the truth ;)