Pic 1: Hmmm.
Pic 2: Hey Mona, are you ready for this? Wait...am I?
Pic 3: Mona with knitted brow, expressing her feelings for both of us.
Holy cow. I'm eight months pregnant. As you can see, pretty ripe for the picking at this point.
I'm supposed to gain about a pound a week from now on until he comes. Half of each pound goes straight to him.
I have two months to go, which sounds confusing. Aren't women supposed to be pregnant for nine months? I'm no math whiz, but 8 + 1 = 9 and 8 + 2 = 10. What they don't tell you about pregnancy is that it's nine full months, or 40 weeks -- you're pregnant through the end of that ninth month -- so really you've just about hit ten months by the time the kid arrives.
The whole business of when you become pregnant is also complicated as far as calculations go. For the first two to three weeks after conception, no one is sure whether they are pregnant or not because it's too early for the pregnancy test to detect the hormone your body starts releasing. So, when I told someone who had already had a baby that I was four weeks along (many moons ago it seems), she gave me a look and said, "Did you just find out yesterday, or what?" When I explained we'd known for a couple of weeks and gave her some specific dates, she gently informed me that I was actually six weeks pregnant. When the doctor calculates your due date, you're "pregnant" two weeks before you really are according to the chart they use.
Puh-leeaase.
Now that I'm past 30 weeks, my mental state is changing. I’m thinking more about how the birth might go and all the potential scenarios. When I think about it I get alternating waves of excitement, terror and determination. It's not like I have a choice at this point - that's the scary part. Sometimes I feel like this is the most important, mind-boggling thing I will ever do. You can hire anybody to do just about anything, but no one else can get him out into the world for me.*
*Well, technically they can (by c-section), but still, without my body as his temporary home he wouldn't have gotten this far.
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2 comments:
that first picture of mona looking up at you is a bit much... mmmmm
Thanks for being so open with your thoughts, Emy Jo. I have loved following your emotions through this pregnancy. Some of those emotions I remember well. I like that you remind me of them :). Can't wait for this week-end and can't wait for Tyler to "feel" the fat boy (who is getting fatter by the minute!) Love you.
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