I have a breast pump (I have a breast pump?) and I am prepared to use it!
As the clock ticks away the final hours of my pregnancy, I have been inspired to look back and see exactly how far I've come. Thirty-nine weeks, four days, twenty-nine pounds, hundreds of dollars, a dozen doctor appointments, half a wardrobe, and one life-altering decision from where I started. That's how far I've come.
My organs have been unceremoniously shoved out of the way in order to make room for the squirming human inside me, just as my wine glasses have been relocated to make space for bottles and sippy cups. (Note: the wine glasses have simply been relocated. They are in no way obsolete. I feel that there is plenty of room in my life for sippy cups AND wine glasses. In fact, I feel that I will be needing the latter more than ever.)
I think at this point I need to issue a public apology to all the other pregnant women whom I have encountered throughout my life. To be quite honest, I thought y'all were a bunch of whiners whose problems stemmed mostly from weight gain. I mean, let's be honest. Swollen ankles, sore backs, and fatigue can all easily be contributed to the fact that pregnant women are fatties. "Of course your back hurts!" I'd think. "You've gained forty pounds!" I didn't know that when pregnant, back pain can stem from the fact that the woman's spine actually develops a (temporary) unnatural curve in order to help compensate for her being so front-heavy. Did you hear that? My spine shifted. My spine AND my internal organs! Seriously, what kind of science is that?! And the fatigue is largely the result of my heart having to work twice as hard. Apparently, my increased blood volume (by 50%) really puts my ticker to the test. It doesn't even beat with the same rhythm or speed of a normal person. And all that extra blood is heavy! Turns out that of the nearly 30 lbs I've gained in 40 weeks, only about 10-12 lbs is actual fat. (Which is funny, since I swear I'm carrying at least that amount on each butt cheek.) The rest is blood, other fluids, increased breast tissue for (*gag*) milk production, placenta, and of course, the baby. I've been told I could drop as much as twenty pounds of that nasty stuff during labor. (God I hope so! When it's over, I expect I'll feel light as a feather.) In the mean time, I have also stumbled upon the realization that there is a REASON that pregnant women are constantly molesting their own bellies. I used to think that it was some kind of weird maternal instinct. Possibly they were attempting to bond with their child by petting their stomachs like a kitten? In actuality, women touch their stomachs all the time, because they hurt. When the baby kicks me in the ribs, it's uncomfortable! What might look like me "petting" my belly is actually me trying to shove the kid's foot out from under my rib cage and back where it belongs. What may appear to be a pregnant woman "carrying" their belly in their arms like a baby is actually a pregnant woman carrying her belly because that shit's fucking HEAVY. I feel like if I don't support it when I stand up, it might just tear my skin open and fall right off. My life as a pregnant woman has not exactly been magical and feminine. It's been awkward and occasionally violent. With mutations and explosions, eruptions, and medical supervision. Like a science experiment.
That said, pregnancy hasn't been completely awful. (Just mostly.) As the child has grown, he's become more and more real to both me and my husband. After all of these months feeling him move around and grow, I'm SO ready for it to be over. Not just because being pregnant sucks, but because I'm desperately excited to meet the little creature we've created. It's like finally meeting face to face someone that you've only communicated with by phone or online. I am ready to put a face to the flailing limbs, and a name to the face. The face that I hope will be a perfect little mix of my Irish freckles and my husband's dark Italian eyes.:)
There's no turning back now. And as the theme from Jeopardy! continues to play in the back of my mind, I'm happy and scared, and ready to tackle our next adventure. Also, I can't help but wonder...will I ever be able to get my belly ring back in? Hmm.
