Elephant, rhino, hippo… My appearance is pretty much analogous with any of these fine animals, so take your pick. I feel especially hippo like as I lay floundering in the bath tub. Actually, a hippo can definitely navigate it’s slippery mud bath better than I can my bathtub. But I can’t shower anymore either on account of the risk of my knees collapsing, so bath it is… the lesser of two evils.
Baby H and I have come a long way. From this:
I. Feel. Huge. And that’s not just based on how I look, or the fact that even my midwife said, “Well, it’s not twins, just one giant baby” after my last ultrasound. It’s these things combined with the constant sensation of fatigue and lethargy. I can barely move. Getting out of bed is so hard, and I have to do it at least 3 times per night. At least. Getting off the couch is even harder since it’s lower down. Hell, I’m sitting right now and my knees are killing me. Turns out I’m not just a whiner and there is scientific proof that pregnant women should feel exhausted by this point, especially those carrying giant babies. You can read about it in a Huffington Post article HERE, or just read this one nice sentence that sums it up:
“By six months of pregnancy, women expend twice their usual energy keeping basic metabolic processes going, a burden that only gets greater as the fetus gets larger.” (Huffington Post, 2012)
Yup. I’m ready to have this baby. And as of today, it’s safe and normal to do so! So c’mon baby! Grace us with your presence! Yes, I do know better. The majority of first pregnancies end past their due dates and I still have three weeks to go, but with all these professionals saying that it could be any day I can’t help but get hopeful.
Dear Baby H, you’re 37 weeks now. Not a young spring chicken fetus (although as daddy pointed out last night, you still have some kung fu moves… I have no idea how since I’m stretched to the max and you’re pretty much out of room). C’mon out! There will be cookies. But not for you. To you I dedicate my boobies (sorry, J). I promise those are just as good as cookies. xo