It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that in less than a week, we’ll meet this little guy. It’s kinda ironic that this last ultrasound was by far the clearest picture we’d had of him so far. And we’ve had quite a few, going every month for the last half of the pregnancy.
This pregnancy has been quite the roller coaster to say the least. Maggie had just turned a year old when we found out we were expecting, so it took awhile to get used to the fact that they would be so close in age. Two in diapers and all that. Well, then came the news that this little guy had managed to get himself on the other side of my double uterus, something we didn’t think could happen. Would I be able to have the natural birth I wanted, or would I have to concede to a c-section? We agreed with the doctor that it would have to be a waiting game.
The pregnancy itself has gone really smoothly, even more so than my first. My morning sickness was hardly anything, and Maggie started napping for hours at a time, giving me some much needed rest, too. Most of the time, I had to remind myself I was even pregnant, it was going so well.
I don’t know what’s happened in this last month or so that’s turned it around. Maybe it was the swollen ankles and eight pound weight gain in only two weeks (but that’s already gone away). Maybe the fact that I have to go to the bathroom at least every two hours. Or it could be that Chuy is constantly stomping on my bowels and bladder. (I think Maggie must’ve had her feet pulled up most of the time, because I don’t remember that with her.) Possibly it was coming to the realization that I didn’t have a choice about having a c-section. Maybe it’s the fact that Maggie wants to climb all over me, and it’s just downright painful. Or maybe it’s because the baby’s head is at the top of my belly, and I feel like any minute now he is going to burst through like a scene straight out of Alien!
I’m sick and tired of being pregnant already! I met another mother who told me her due date was today, but that her first was 10 days late, so she didn’t expect to deliver any time soon. Yikes! I’m only at 36 weeks, and I’m having trouble waiting at the most another week! I wasn’t expecting Maggie to come as soon as she did. I wasn’t really ready for her. I wanted to be ready for this one, but now that I am, I feel like I’m drumming my fingers. Okay, any day now…













