At a Snail’s Pace
2 more weeks down. 28 weeks total. Isn’t that 7 months? Which in normal terms would mean that I have only 2 months to go, as pregnancy is a 9 month tour of duty, right? N’est pas, it is TEN months. Why do doctors always say 9 months? So, from today, I have 11 weeks till the scheduled section, which is one weeks shy of the due date, which would be 12 weeks total, or 3 months, making the entire pregnancy what? That’s right, TEN MONTHS.
Little else is going on, aside from rampant uterine gymnastics, napping, and heading into the holidays. I have many friends I need to call up and catch up with (Rie!), but have not done so, yet. I have had one seemingly early spurt of energy, never did get one in the second trimester, and have gone about cleaning up our rooms at my folks somewhat maniacally. Even the fan blades were subject to my frenzy. Mr. 4tops was afraid I was going into early labor.
I still have no "appetite" to speak of, meaning nothing sounds very good to eat, but I have become very hungry, for the first time this entire tour. I can see that 1-2 pounds per week this last trimester coming very easily. Yet, I have only purchased 2 pair or maternity pants, and one pair extra large to drawstring under this enormous belly, and all my shirts are just larges and extra larges from Old Navy. This is the cheapest I’ve ever gotten by on maternity wear. Just don’t know how long they’ll last in this home stretch.
No names. Not even any good ideas. But I am starting to get kind of warm fuzzy over the prospect of meeting this crazy gymnast. Just 11 more weeks, just 11 more weeks…
Hey! We are on the homestretch now, right?! I’m at 32 weeks…Oh and we officially have a name for this kid. Drumroll please….David Anson Ropp. Long story about it we arrived at it. Merry Christmas to the gang at your house!
Comment by Wren — December 11, 2006 @ 11:27 am