I am officially due in 4 days. Several of my co-workers stop by each morning to check in and see if I am still here. When I see other friends they ask, “are you still pregnant?” (if the belly wasn’t a dead giveaway, I am not sure what else would clue you in) In their defense, two weeks ago I told them I could have the baby any day after a different doctor seemed convinced our little guy was going to come that day. He was all like, “have you packed? installed the car seat?” and I was like “nope, I have three weeks left and my doctor doesn’t get back until the 8th.” He seemed very convinced I wouldn’t make it until the 8th. So I went home and packed and had my dear husband install the car seat. Needless to say, the doctor seemed a little surprised when we showed up to our appointment a week later still pregnant.
Two and a half weeks have now passed and yes I am still pregnant. I am sitting at a little over 39 weeks and the baby is sitting on my bladder. So I make what seems like 100 trips to the bathroom a day and endure the daily barrage of “are you still here?” questions. Technically our little guy still has a few days left and I gave him strict instructions he was to wait until our doctor got back in the country so maybe he is listening. My blood pressure is perfect and the baby is fine so no one is in a rush for him to come except for my sweet husband who is beyond ready to meet our little guy. It’s precious really, but then again, he doesn’t actually have to go through the whole labor and delivery process. (although he gets major props for all the preparation he has done for the process)
Honestly though, I am tired of being pregnant. This was the first time I have actually felt ready to be done. I have had a very easy pregnancy so I felt like I had no room to really complain, but I am tired, nauseous, and ready to be done. Everyone assures me this is normal. I think the worst part is I have spent the better part of the last two and a half weeks thinking I could go into labor at any moment. Not the most fun way to spend your time let me tell you. And for the past three days I have had what I suppose are contractions, but apparently they are not the real deal because they are just mostly annoying.
Aside from the “are you still pregnant?” question, the other question I get asked most often is “are you ready?”. It takes every ounce of me to hold my sarcasm in check when people ask this as I know they are well-meaning. But let’s be serious, how do you actually get ready for a baby? Sure, his clothes are washed, the crib is set up, the car seat installed, diapers bought, and freezer meals are made, but according to everyone else this little guy is going to change our lives. How do you actually prepare for that? I don’t think you can. This is really hard for my Type A personality, but as I have learned the past two weeks, babies don’t come with schedules. Despite walking around for two weeks being told I could have the baby anytime, I am still pregnant. And it’s totally fine. In fact, it’s been awesome because I canceled everything on my calendar and have been able to spend a lot of sweet time with my husband. We have talked and laughed and enjoyed our time together just the two of us. Because our lives are about to change. And no one can prepare us for what lies ahead. So we are just waiting. And walking. And eventually this little guy will come! Until then, yes I am still pregnant.
See you on the other sleep-deprived side.
