Friday, July 31, 2009
Week 38 tummy
I'm not sure why, in this photo, I'm looking up at Nick with what I read as awe, confusion, and perhaps even reverence.
Although he would say, "As it should be."
I have things to say on perspective, but those are for another day.
So this week the boy is suddenly even more enormous. He kicks, he pushes, he makes it clear that he needs moremoremore room!
Everything is just squeezed to maximum capacity. Even with all the belly stuff I'm slathering on, my tummy just burns, inside and out, it's so stretched. I was considering taking a picture of the area formerly known as my belly button, just to gross you all out.
But then I thought the better of it.
It really is gross. I do still have the temptation to share the horror.
In a positive, the boy does this really funny thing where it feels like he's cycling his legs. I get this very fast, swirly movement that feels like leglegleglegleg! Gogogogogogogo!
It makes me giggle.
But I have firmly hit the point of I. Cannot. Do. This. One. More. Fucking. Minute. I said as much, without the F-word, to my OB.
Usually he asks how I am and I'm all smiley and fine. And he's all, you're doing great, fine! And it's all very pleasant.
This time, when he asked, I nearly grabbed him by his white coat and said through clenched teeth, "Out! I need him out! I don't care if you have to take him through my ear!"
But I somehow restrained myself and instead gave him the litany of complaints - no sleep, hips hurt, can't breathe, etc.
Which of course he said were normal for a pregnant woman.
He said clearly the baby is full-term, and we'll induce on the 14th if he doesn't come before. But he'll come before that.
I wanted to make him pinky-swear to it. But again, restrained myself.
So this morning I am off to the cardiologist for a follow-up. Begrudgingly and only because my husband said that he'd really, really like me to keep the appointment.
Even though all they are going to say is, yep! Still normal! Good luck with all that baby business! Thanks for the gazillion dollars in insurance money!
But if it were Nick, particularly if he currently constituted the rest of our entire nuclear family, I'd ask him to go as well.
So I'm off to have my normalcy confirmed (you'd think, after all these years of wondering why I'm so not normal, I'd be delighted to have so many people tell me how damn normal I am).
Happy weekend, all!