Today saw another visit to my Ob/Gyn and he pretty much told me I was what he considered to be full-term, so now we just get to play the waiting game. In all likelihood, I have another month to go, but Riley could show up anytime now. I feel absolutely huge and monstrously uncomfortable. We’ve devised all sorts of nicknames for me and how I look right now – Monstro the Whale, Preggo the Hutt, and other less descriptive names like Fat Wife. 46 pounds is a lot of weight on someone who used to be skinny and I can’t wait to get rid of all this extra bulk. Seeing old pictures is enough to just about bring me to tears. Today I dropped a pen at the doctor’s office and it took two full minutes to pick it back up. I tried bending over at the waist, squatting, and a combination of the two, among other things before I gave up and had to crawl on the ground to pick it up and then hoist myself back up (with great difficulty).
A lot of the weird symptoms I thought I had safely avoided have come around now in the final weeks. My feet are officially bigger. I have one pair of shoes and one pair of flip flops that still fit and I can’t wear the flip flops anymore because it’s freezing cold, so I’ve been wearing a lot of shoes that are too tight. Maternity clothes at this point don’t really even fit. I’m quite tired, but the baby is squashing all my organs so frequent trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night have become the norm, despite my desire to sleep all the time. I’ve started getting a little bit of reflux in the middle of the night, which I never had before, so to alleviate the symptoms I have rearranged my “pillow fort” (5 pillows in all) to keep my head and chest up, while trying to keep me propped up on my side (apparently being on your back is a big no-no) with my belly and hips supported. My already non-existent amount of patience has dwindled making me a bit more irritable that usual (not so much moody as just sort of grouchy). If we’re at a restaurant and I don’t have water in front of me at all times, I get really grouchy. I’m also not very patient waiting around for the doctor in the office for 20 minutes of more (especially when I’m half naked), but there’s nothing that can be done about that. It’s not like I can drop my OB’s tip for not attending to me in a more expedient manner, like I can with a lame waiter. I’m thirsty all the time – I drink probably close to two quarts of liquid in a day, which is weird for me because I never drank this much water before. No wonder I’m in the bathroom so much. Don’t get me wrong, these aren’t complaints, it’s just the reality of being 9 months pregnant. I knew what I was getting into before this all began, but there’s a great deal of truth to the discomforts of being THIS pregnant. I’m just sort of over it. It seems like I’ve been pregnant forever according to Andy and Tyler, and honestly, I pretty much have been. May 2009 – February 2010 is a LONG time to be uncomfortable!
So that’s where we are today – waiting, waiting, and waiting. I’m torn about packing my bag for labor. On the one hand, I have a desperate need to be prepared and organized, but on the other, I’m hoping Murphy’s Law kicks in and Riley will show up before I have time to get the bag together. We’ll see what happens in the next few weeks, but I would imagine that we have several LONG, uncomfortable, and boring days in the coming weeks. Stay tuned for updates!
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