Six Weeks To Go...
...and it feels like an eternity. I feel huge (although everyone tells me I’m not) and the Texas heat is definitely not helping. My feet are swollen most of the time, so I live in flip-flops, when I’m not sneaking off my shoes under the desk. Backaches are now part of my nightly routine and poor Staylee has to deal with me flip-flopping like a Salmon trying to get comfortable. But I know it could be much worse, so I try not to complain too much.
People are constantly asking me when I’m due. My current favorite response is, “I’m not pregnant.” The look of sheer terror on their faces is hilarious. Then I give them I break and tell them I’m kidding. We finally managed to take some pictures of me, which I will try to get developed and post, although I think I look like a toad—everyone else thinks I look good. So far I’ve only gained 18 pounds, which is really good according to my doctor. I refuse to be weighed, but he says lots of people put on 40+ pounds with their first pregnancy—good grief! I already waddle; I can’t imagine carrying another 20 or 30 pounds.
The nursery is coming along very well. Almost everything is done and ready for its new inhabitant. I have to say at the moment it is my favorite room in the house—it’s so cheery! Although I know there will come a day, at 3 in the morning, when I can’t get her to stop crying, that I will not have the same rosy feeling I have now.
We started childbirth classes two weeks ago. Some of it is really interesting, although Staylee and I don’t really agree with some of the stuff our teacher talks about. She seems to assume that everyone is having an epidural and told our class there are no side effects to medication. Okay, I’m not a doctor, but I know that any medication you give the mother goes straight to the baby and has SOME EFFECT, good or bad. She also implies that episiotomies are the best thing for every birth when my doctor and I both agree that that is not true. So we shall see how the rest of the classes go.
People are constantly asking me when I’m due. My current favorite response is, “I’m not pregnant.” The look of sheer terror on their faces is hilarious. Then I give them I break and tell them I’m kidding. We finally managed to take some pictures of me, which I will try to get developed and post, although I think I look like a toad—everyone else thinks I look good. So far I’ve only gained 18 pounds, which is really good according to my doctor. I refuse to be weighed, but he says lots of people put on 40+ pounds with their first pregnancy—good grief! I already waddle; I can’t imagine carrying another 20 or 30 pounds.
The nursery is coming along very well. Almost everything is done and ready for its new inhabitant. I have to say at the moment it is my favorite room in the house—it’s so cheery! Although I know there will come a day, at 3 in the morning, when I can’t get her to stop crying, that I will not have the same rosy feeling I have now.
We started childbirth classes two weeks ago. Some of it is really interesting, although Staylee and I don’t really agree with some of the stuff our teacher talks about. She seems to assume that everyone is having an epidural and told our class there are no side effects to medication. Okay, I’m not a doctor, but I know that any medication you give the mother goes straight to the baby and has SOME EFFECT, good or bad. She also implies that episiotomies are the best thing for every birth when my doctor and I both agree that that is not true. So we shall see how the rest of the classes go.
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