People have been asking me this week, "Are you nervous?" or, "Are you starting to freak out yet?" and actually, the answer is, "No, and I'm as shocked as you are." Let me explain the crazy for you.
I am ridiculously impatient. It's one of my less attractive qualities. The way I cope with this annoying quirk of mine is denial and I have gotten quite good at it. For example, I have failed to actually let the fact that in approximately 1 month, I'll be having a baby. In my head, I am just pregnant forever. This is and will be my perpetual state. You can't be impatient if there is nothing to anticipate. And, therefore, no need to freak about the nursery not being painted or the crib not assembled or the impending pain and, you know,
labor. To add another layer of nutso to this psycho onion, I think because I was so sure that getting pregnant would be much, MUCH more difficult than it obviously was (um, wedding night baby, anyone?) I still haven't accepted the fact that this IS GOING TO HAPPEN. I'll leave it at that to avoid being morbid and all dramatic.
Lastly, lots and lots of sources say that 1st babies are rarely born before their due date and the pessimist in me just
knows this baby is going to take its sweet fricken time to head down to birthday town.
In GOOD news, at my appointment today the doc says the baby is in fact head down (knock wood). In not so good news, I gained A LOT of weight since my last visit that was only *cough* two weeks ago. What can we do, right? Oh, yes, we can stop stuffing our bodies with food that has no way of possibly fitting into it comfortably.
I always forget that's an option.
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