Tuesday, May 29, 2007

almost 33 weeks, the update

I've got a million posts I've started, saved and discarded.

Somehow, nothing I write is coming together in the right way... I get hopelessly lost in a tangent, or it's too baby-related, or something... but I want to update.

I'm getting more and more uncomfortable by the day. I'm addicted to tums. My back is imploding. I think I have some stretch marks starting... and I'm thrilled to death with all of it.

My mom suggested I start cocoa buttering my belly to prevent the impending stretch marks from worsening and all I could think was no way - I've earned these fuckers and I want 'em.

Clearly, I am not right.

And I don't care.

I could live without the bitchiness, or the inability to be outside for more than 10 minutes without overheating, but all the other 'normal' pregnancy things are exciting to me.

Foot in my ribs? Holy shite, there's a foot IN ME!!

Painful foot in my ribs? Holy shite, that babe's growing! Actually growing!

Sore back? Check it out - my belly's grown and it's making my spine curve in funny ways!! Because Holy Shite, I've made it to the third trimester!!

Yeah, you get the idea.

And I'm not right. But I still don't care... because dammit, I've made it this far.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Girl, I'm so freakin' excited for you! You deserve every manical thought process that you care to think.
Hugs!!!!
Nude Ut

Heather said...

That's right - You rock those stretch marks Sweetie!

The Town Criers said...

You wear those stretch marks proudly--with a bikini!

Thank you so much for that note today. It made me feel a lot better to know that I'm not alone in freaking out over that transition. I'm sure it will be fine and I'll have a few days of crying and get through it. They have a 5 minute session at the end of class to review what he learned. So I'll have stuff to work on at home during the week. It's 45 minutes once a week--I know, I'm being a huge freak about this. But he's my baby. And until this point, he was all mine. And while I knew one day I'd have to let him go out into the world...well...I wasn't quite ready yet. So thank you for letting me know that I'm not alone.