Hello Ladies! I am posting this information for two reasons: 1) to remind Melinda of just how glorious the last month of pregnancy is, and 2) to encourage the rest of you to use condoms! Seriously -- look at what happens to you. Those aren't even cankles - they're their own animals. Disgusting. Now in week 37, I am waddling around San Francisco in flip flops, the only shoes that still fit, smiling politely as people stop and make various exclamations of my enormity. I realize they're trying to be friendly, but it just makes me want to comment on their appearance, e.g., "Wow! You're ready to pop!" "Yep, and you're losing your hair!"
On the positive side, we got the good news today that we don't need a C-section this week, so Little Miss Murray can hopefully be delivered vaginally. While I do view this as a positive development, we've been told since July that we'd likely need a C-Section, so I'd gotten prepared for that, and I'm having kind of a hard time making an immediate mental shift. By6 tomorrow I will be on board with the whole contractions, birthing ball, breathing thing. Today I'm just wallowing in the fact that it could be another 3-4 weeks. I am just so ready for her to arrive and to not be pregnant anymore. And, we've been given three Steelers onesies, a Steelers baby hat, a Steelers pacifier, and a Steelers rattle, so Andy's ready for her to arrive too.
The official due date is November 13th. I hope she's not born on Halloween, because that's a sucky birthday I think - she'd never get to choose the theme of her parties, it's already a fun & special day at school, and even when she gets older, people will always have other parties/stuff to go to. But then again, a birthday involving candy corn can't be all bad.
Soooo... pray to the stork for me, and know that if I don't write you back in the next week or so it's either because I've gone into labor or because my balloon trunks & sausage feet have given out on me and I am flailing around the floor, unable to get up.
2 comments:
Ahh...thanks for leaving us with that vision of you flailing around on the floor. I love it.
So happy that it appears you have escaped the surgery route!!!
And, no need to provide a reminder. Oh, what misery an extra 35 - 37ish lbs can evoke on a short person. Those last weeks are a vivid memory that will NEVER fade. (Not that I hated being pregnant or anything.)
Erica I LOVE your pretty painted toes! you make those ankles look good lady! I cannot wait to me the sassy Miss M when she arrives. And look - no candy corn celebrations for her yet! damn I miss candy corn!
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