Knock Me Up

Is that me?

December 10, 2008 at 5:17 pm (Childbirth, Pregnancy)

I walked by our full length mirror this morning and saw someone with quite a huge belly. Okay, maybe it was the draping maroon dress that I used to find so forgiving. Now it resembles one of those tent dresses I swore I would never wear. But it’s the home stretch (I hope) and tomorrow is my last day of work, so from here on out I’m retiring back to yoga pants and big sweaters. Today is also the last day I will wrestle with maternity stockings. The end feels near, but not too near. Yesterday my doctor examined me and proclaimed that there was no progress. She said it apologetically, but I said, great! I’m not ready anyway. She said most women are anxious by this point and want things to progress. Maybe I’ll feel that way when the apartment is straightened out and we’ve figured out what the baby is going to sleep in. Or when I’ve checked off at least half of fifty items on my to do list. I know I’ll never be truly prepared, but at least I can pretend.

Last night I said to R., pretty soon there is going to be another person here. It’s going to be strange. A friend told me after their baby girl arrived, they felt like they had a new visitor. But then they realized she wasn’t going to leave. I wonder how I’ll feel. I think I’ll be too tired to think about it.