Not a whole lot going on this week. Work the past two days has been uneventful. My boss, after getting a good look at my bigass belly decided that I was no longer working downstairs, so my latte making days are officially over. I’ll probably work up in the office for the next few weeks to keep myself from obsessing over the fact that this baby will probably never want to leave my uterus, but I won’t be on my feet there any more.
I went to the dentist on Valentine’s day, which was an absolute pleasure. Nothing like having your mouth numbed before a nice dinner out. Boyfiend bought me an enormous box of chocolate because he loves me.
What I find most interesting about that picture is that you can hardly tell I’m pregnant. Now compare it to this one.
I had a doctor’s appointment where I was told that while my cervix is still softening (good), I’m not dilated and the baby’s not yet engaged (bad). It’s still floating, which the doctor learned by moving it’s head around during an internal exam. Yes, the doctor, with her hand inside of me, moved the baby’s head. I’d feel violated, but I know far worse is coming.
My due date is in just over two weeks. It can’t come soon enough. I’m forgetful and clumsy and have lost whatever grace I used to posess. Yesterday I spilled an entire 12 ounce cup of hot chocolate on my leg and foot. I looked down, and realized there was no way I’d be able to bend over to clean it. So I dropped some paper towels on the floor and left the rest. Hopefully it won’t stain my pants or shoe too badly. As much as I’d like to give the baby all of the time in the world to finish growing and practicing breathing and whatever else it’s doing in there, I’d also like to get my body back. I hurt and my feet are no longer recognizable.
The baby’s in the 40th percentile, which means it’s not all that big. So where the hell did that 50 pounds of belly come from?
clipper829 | 16-Feb-06 at 9:06 pm | Permalink
40th percentile sounds pretty good to me. Whereas my bigass daughter seems to be riding high into the 80th or so. With 7 weeks left, my message to her is basically calm the f down in there with the growing thing.
lisamechelle | 17-Feb-06 at 9:21 am | Permalink
You’re right, that first pic is deceiving, LOL!!! Your belly is huge! I gained alot of water weight. Example: I weighed a hefty 175 lbs. when I went into the hospital, and 133 when I walked out. I then stayed that exact weight forever … LOL. Nearly 40 lbs from an almost 8 lb. baby, the rest was fluids and placenta.
soulucky7@yahoo.com | 17-Feb-06 at 10:06 am | Permalink
what i find most funny about the first picture with the v-day candy is that you have your laptop right next to you. it seems perfect for a blogger like yourself! haha
karmajenn | 17-Feb-06 at 5:36 pm | Permalink
How could I possibly think about your belly in that first photo compared to that HUGE box of candy! Your 38 week belly is scrumptious by the way…you’re almost there. No worries - plenty can happen in two weeks.
Anonymous | 17-Feb-06 at 10:03 pm | Permalink
Since you were so thin before, have you come up with a plan for taking the weight off postpardum?
Pigs | 18-Feb-06 at 4:39 pm | Permalink
Ha ha! But you’re so cute! I bet you’ll be skinny minnie when you walk out of there.
Miss Pickle | 19-Feb-06 at 11:57 pm | Permalink
Love how you can’t see your belly in that first pic! And am totally envious of that HUGE box of chocolates!
Sarah | 20-Feb-06 at 3:40 am | Permalink
Wow, the human body is amazing. I love pregnant bellies!
Fraulein N | 20-Feb-06 at 9:18 pm | Permalink
Wait a minute. Wait. You mean to tell me the doctor can like … get up in there and … MOVE THE BABY AROUND? Why is it every time I think I have my head wrapped around the sheer freakiness of pregnancy, I learn some new shit on the Internet? I don’t know how well I’m going to sleep tonight.
In less scary news, that is one awesomely large box of chocolates.