11 pm on a friday night, that's right, no bra
My increasingly beloved friend Whitney randomly brought me chocolate cookies late this afternoon, delivering them with a saintly smile and a promise for some dinner "when the little gent does show up". We chatted for a minute, long enough for her boy Jack to crawl out of the car to give Gus the Thunderdog a once over, and for Whitney to rightfully observe that I certainly look round and ready to go.
Boy do I feel round and ready to go, like a big juicy peach hanging onto the branch for dear life.
PICK ME ALREADY WOULD YOU??
Even though technically, this kid could still take his sweet time for a few more weeks to come-if you subscribe to the timeline of due dates and that whole 40 week gestation sort of thing. I myself like to think of all that as more of a general guideline I like to stay on the shorter side of, both mentally and physically. Besides, when you get to the point where you find yourself rather unwillingly discussing the state and condition of your cervix with people like your Grandma, it's time to wrap this show up. No offense Grams, but my lady parts and their expansion aren't something I particularly feel like chatting about as we make our merry way to your weekly hair appointment.
There's always the back and forth of how you really feel too. Like sweet, this kid could come anytime! But crap, the nursery isn't put together, our insurance is switching providers Sept. 1st (triple blurgh), the Nub hasn't been reassigned bedrooms, the clothes haven't been washed and put away, I haven't even taken the car seat out of it's box in the garage and do I have any sort of a bag packed or prepared? Nope. Somehow this stuff will just take care of itself, right? Another week or so would do me some good, give me a buffer maybe. Except I think I am done and the promise of a few days in the hospital with the fuzzy and wrinkly opus of my 9.5 month effort is starting to sound pretty dang good.
So really I don't know where I stand, other than easily irritable, crampy, and uncomfortable, mildly anxious and somewhat reticent about it all at the same time.
How's that for today?
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Chocolate cookies laced with castor oil. I have ulterior motives.
HAVE THAT BABY ALREADY!
I hope this baby comes soon for you. Besides the baby, you have those sweet mesh panties to look forward to.
I find myself saying what I always hated hearing as a plump, ready to pop prengant lady...I can't believe you are that close to having this baby already...this pregnancy went by really fast for me.
and you're welcome
My favorite question from people is "Haven't you had that baby yet?" Yes, I just love to shove a big round pillow under my shirt so you can keep asking me when I'm having my baby. Dur.
Good luck with all the baby goodness.
And have fun with the mesh panties and gigantor pads. Woot woot!
you're a hot pregnant mama! Hope that baby ripens soon!
Oh, best of luck with the peach harvest, Kalli! xo
These last days when we are desperate to NOT be pregnant anymore certainly stand in humorous contrast to the umpteen days we desperately wished to be fully ripe! ha!
(ripenripenripen)
i was just there. and now i'm here: sleep deprived. so i say sleep while you can. he'll arrive soon enough. (and not too soon. i know.)
the end of pregnancy just sucks. love you!
I love a good picture without a bra on. You are smokin'.
You're going to want to kill me for saying this...but your pregnancy in my virtual world seemed to fly by.
Now...about your cervix..
i considered the hospital stay my VACATION. Loved every minute of it.
Thinking easy labor thoughts for you..
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