This week, I started to feel pregnant. I mean, uncomfortable pregnant. On Sunday I got so hot I thought I might pass out. Mind you, it wasn’t super hot, but my body has lost all ability to control its own temperature. Then I must have gotten an awful leg cramp at some point because on Saturday and Sunday I limped around looking pathetic because it hurt so bad. Yesterday I got up and when I tried to lay back down, the baby had wedged himself into the most uncomfortable position possible. I just sat in bed at 5am debating on whether to just get up or try to poke him enough to get him to move. I could go into more details of uncomfortable pregnancy woes, but I will spare you and leave it with these days, pregnancy is getting tougher.
On top of feeling pregnant, my doctor told us last visit he has conveniently planned a trip to Greece the two weeks before my due date. I am still hoping he changes his mind given the current crisis, but I have also given baby Schmitt strict orders to stay inside until August 11. (and of course, he will listen to me because I am his mom:)) In all reality though, I am super thankful Jordan and I have done so much preparation for birth. As sad I will be if I deliver while my doctor is overseas, I know we will be just fine. Plus, my doctor already gave me permission to tick off another doctor just in case he doesn’t make it.
Perhaps the craziest thing to me is how close we are to meeting our little guy. 35 days is just barely over a month away. The nursery is mostly done and I think I have almost everything we need. My dear friend took some maternity pictures this weekend which makes me feel better about the fact I have failed on the whole “take-a-bump-picture” each week trend. We have been good every 5 weeks or so, but it usually takes about 10 tries to get one I like and even then they aren’t anywhere close to high quality. I mostly do it for my mom and grandmas who live far away. I have returned most of my birthing books-at this point, I have read and researched enough. The next 5 weeks are going to be all about relaxing, yoga, and deep breathing. My brain is so crammed full of information about labor and delivery, I need to just let it rest. At the end of the day, we have done a lot to get ready for this and I just need to enjoy the last couple of weeks. Soon enough I will miss the kicks and punches in my belly and have a tiny baby for which I am responsible. Not to mention, the next five weeks include finishing up work, the county fair, transitioning some ministry responsibilities, and cleaning. That’s a plenty long to-do list!!
So baby Schmitt, we love you and we can’t wait to meet you, but please please don’t come too early. Greece isn’t close to the hospital.
