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Monday, September 8, 2008

T- one week. Am still pregnant.

I'm now at the point of a pregnancy that everyone despises. There are many reasons for this, I'll give you a few.

1. Your brain is now mush, as you spend all your time, praying that you'll go into labor. Yesterday we were about to leave the house and Logan says, Babe, you gonna switch your shirt before we leave? Turns out my shirt had been backwards for three hours. He'd have left me alone about it all day, if we weren't going out in public. I have a smart husband.

The kids are always having to look for things for me, or go back into the house to retrieve things that I've forgotten.

2. People calling every day asking if you've had the baby yet. Honestly now, when I do, you shall be the last to know.

3. People asking, haven't you had him yet? Yes, I did, I just didn't lose any fucking weight. Duh, people. Come on now, don't be that retarded. Unless you see a baby in my arms, I have had no baby yet.

4. You keep expecting the baby to just fall out, because he's so dam low:
Every time I bend over to pick something up, I think the baby is going to just go plop on the floor. Then I think, well that would be lovely and dang easy. Which if you think about it, is dam fucked up. But mostly it's because he's so dam low that the pressure is just insane when I bend over.

5. Random strangers always have something to say. This woman said to me, oh a boy, oh they are always late. Another said, I predict the end of the month. My own step-mother said, well labor with boys is extremely long and hard, no matter if you've already had kids. Really, all the time? I don't think so.

6. I'm tired and uncomfortable and in pain and a dam big grouch. I've never been this pregnant. Technically, Bailey was born on a Sunday night and she was due the following Monday, so I'm only about 10 hours more pregnant than I was with her...but it feels like more. The boy is bigger than she was, or I'm bigger. Whatever. The end.

PS. Posting might be light around here until this baby is born. I'm sure none of you want to keep hearing, I'm not in labor and I'm a (huge) grouch, on a daily basis. If/when I go into labor, I'll send a Tweet. Those of you who do not use Twitter, you can see the Tweets on my sidebar. I also think you can click the link that says, follow me on Twitter and it will take you to my page. You don't have to sign up at all to see what I've said. Eventually Logan will post something, but he's Internet challenged, so I just can't promise anything.

PPS. If one of you would be willing, I can give you my login info and I can text you when he's born and you can post it here if you want. Let me know and we'll set it up.


Becky said...

i will be more than honored to have the duty of updating the net world when you go into labor. that'd kick ass. SOON woman. soon.

whensheworeponytails said...

Oh please. Do tell how often you want to break things because you're still pregnant. That's what blogs are for. Our bitching we're sure nobody wants to hear. Get it out, lady. Get. It. Out. The baby and the bitching.

Jen4 @ Amazing Trips said...

I totally can feel your pain. With both our triplets and our singleton, I put on 100 pounds and I was completely miserable at the end of the pregnancy. So was everyone around me ... though I'm not sure why. ;)

The only thing that is stopping me from trying for baby #5 (other than we'd need a new car), is my husband reminding me just how horrible I felt at the end of the pregnancy.

But what's really amazing is that once your baby is born and in your arms - and a few days passes and the pain subsides and the swelling goes down - you're ready to do it all over again. Or at least some of us crazies are!!

Anonymous said...

I'd be happy to update for you, if you like. And, if you're going to have becky do it, you could text me anyway ;-)

Fingers crossed that it's soon! ((hugs))