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5/25/09
5/23/09
Good day vs. yucky day
It's pointless to point out that I'm being pessimistic about this pregnancy but frankly I don't care to get optimistic at this point. I have spent the last three days with feet that has swollen up on me on and off throughout the day. It's really annoying since the day outside is so gorgeous and here I am, with both my air conditioners on full blast trying to stay cool so my feet doesn't get worse. Unfortunately I didn't have much luck with my plan so my feet has blown up again! I think the discomfort is minor compared to how disgusting it looks.
I really don't understand why women go around calling pregnancy a beautiful experience because so far I've discovered it is a very disgusting experience. Your belly swells up and eventually gets so big that when the baby moves it looks like an alien life form. The swollen belly makes taking care of basic hygiene a strenuous exercise. Of course there's the evil nature of food that you discover with pregnancy since you can't digest it properly and along comes the gas, the bloating, and not to mention painful indigestion and heartburns. Apparently there is the danger of become constipated, developing gestational diabetes, and a whole slew of other health conditions that comes with the territory.
I miss my body. I miss being able to eat what I want, exercise w/o any concern to hurting myself. Shoot, I miss being able to haul shopping from the car to my apartment no matter how heavy it was. Something as simple as unscrewing the top off a bottle of Gatorade would be nice. Or even being able to tie my shoes. I'm not feeling too pleased with this day or my body's own limitations.
On the flip side, I am thankful that my body withstood this pregnancy as well as it has. I'm looking forward to seeing my son. His room is ready. He's got all his furniture, clothes and everything else. I'm just waiting for my son to make his entrace into this world. Guess I have no choice but to wait now. I think he has started to downward decent but I won't know for certain until I have my next check up on Wednesday. It's getting closer. Christopher is a very lucky little boy. Imagine all the people who are waiting to meet him. Maybe that's the true miracle in the pregnancy, the fact that out of all that disgusting, inconvenient "things" you have to go through, you end up with a life, a human life, one that is brand new, just waiting to live. A warm, cute bundle of hope and dreams and endless possibilities.
Imagain, that was all of us when we were born....which brings up the questions...whatever happened to all those endless possibilities?
I really don't understand why women go around calling pregnancy a beautiful experience because so far I've discovered it is a very disgusting experience. Your belly swells up and eventually gets so big that when the baby moves it looks like an alien life form. The swollen belly makes taking care of basic hygiene a strenuous exercise. Of course there's the evil nature of food that you discover with pregnancy since you can't digest it properly and along comes the gas, the bloating, and not to mention painful indigestion and heartburns. Apparently there is the danger of become constipated, developing gestational diabetes, and a whole slew of other health conditions that comes with the territory.
I miss my body. I miss being able to eat what I want, exercise w/o any concern to hurting myself. Shoot, I miss being able to haul shopping from the car to my apartment no matter how heavy it was. Something as simple as unscrewing the top off a bottle of Gatorade would be nice. Or even being able to tie my shoes. I'm not feeling too pleased with this day or my body's own limitations.
On the flip side, I am thankful that my body withstood this pregnancy as well as it has. I'm looking forward to seeing my son. His room is ready. He's got all his furniture, clothes and everything else. I'm just waiting for my son to make his entrace into this world. Guess I have no choice but to wait now. I think he has started to downward decent but I won't know for certain until I have my next check up on Wednesday. It's getting closer. Christopher is a very lucky little boy. Imagine all the people who are waiting to meet him. Maybe that's the true miracle in the pregnancy, the fact that out of all that disgusting, inconvenient "things" you have to go through, you end up with a life, a human life, one that is brand new, just waiting to live. A warm, cute bundle of hope and dreams and endless possibilities.
Imagain, that was all of us when we were born....which brings up the questions...whatever happened to all those endless possibilities?
5/18/09
Five weeks and counting....
I'm not too happy to say that I've managed to gain 5 lbs since my last visit. These days I wake up with the feeling that my son is getting bigger every day! Far as I'm concerned, his lease is up in five weeks so he better be packing his bags and coming out soon! Well not too soon, just soon enough!
Today I woke up despite a busy weekend and made it all the way to the ferry only to have to turn back around and come back home. Why? Because my feet have swollen to the size of a potato! I look at my feet and lament the fact that the beautiful lines and contours of my once lovely petite feet have been replaced by swollen toes and deformed clubs that are supposed to resemble ankles and shins! Ok, so my description is perhaps a bit too excessive but that doesn't change the fact that it's getting more and more uncomfortable every day.
He's been very quiet today. I'm thankful for the brief reprieve. But then again, the fact that he's always moving is a blessing. Now I'm just impatiently waiting for my son to make his entrance into this world.
His father finally managed to get all the problem with the furniture sorted out and now, Christopher Madison has a room. It's very strange going into his room and seeing it. It's almost as if we have prepared this room for another person but don't know when he'll get here. His dresser is ready. His chest has all his feeding, bedding, bathing, cleaning essentials. The dresser has all his clothes all neatly organized. There are pictures on the wall of his parents and grandparents. The glider ottaman sits in one corner by the window that over looks the roof of the house next door. It could be a bad view if not for the trees that create a lovely shade over the neighbor's roof, not to mention irritate my allergies with the pollen. Next to the window on the opposite side, sits his crib. We're waiting to put up the wall decors so the pictures will have to wait until then.
I was just thinking how much this later stage of pregnancy resembles the play "Waiting for Godot" except I hope that I'm not pointlessly waiting. I know he's coming. I know he's inside of me, alive, living, another human being but sometimes I still find it difficult to believe he's real. I've been told by friends who are parents that life will change, but I can't help but wonder how this change will come about. How will I deal with the demand of a young infant? I'm not good with children. Truthfully, they don't like me and I don't like them...so I wonder if that would carry over to my own son. Would he respond to me differently? Does it matter that he's been with me so long? Will he really know the sound of my voice? I can only wonder at what it will be like when we finally meet in the light day....what will he look like? Who will he become? So many questions....hopefully time stretches out before us long enough to find out all the answers.
Today I woke up despite a busy weekend and made it all the way to the ferry only to have to turn back around and come back home. Why? Because my feet have swollen to the size of a potato! I look at my feet and lament the fact that the beautiful lines and contours of my once lovely petite feet have been replaced by swollen toes and deformed clubs that are supposed to resemble ankles and shins! Ok, so my description is perhaps a bit too excessive but that doesn't change the fact that it's getting more and more uncomfortable every day.
He's been very quiet today. I'm thankful for the brief reprieve. But then again, the fact that he's always moving is a blessing. Now I'm just impatiently waiting for my son to make his entrance into this world.
His father finally managed to get all the problem with the furniture sorted out and now, Christopher Madison has a room. It's very strange going into his room and seeing it. It's almost as if we have prepared this room for another person but don't know when he'll get here. His dresser is ready. His chest has all his feeding, bedding, bathing, cleaning essentials. The dresser has all his clothes all neatly organized. There are pictures on the wall of his parents and grandparents. The glider ottaman sits in one corner by the window that over looks the roof of the house next door. It could be a bad view if not for the trees that create a lovely shade over the neighbor's roof, not to mention irritate my allergies with the pollen. Next to the window on the opposite side, sits his crib. We're waiting to put up the wall decors so the pictures will have to wait until then.
I was just thinking how much this later stage of pregnancy resembles the play "Waiting for Godot" except I hope that I'm not pointlessly waiting. I know he's coming. I know he's inside of me, alive, living, another human being but sometimes I still find it difficult to believe he's real. I've been told by friends who are parents that life will change, but I can't help but wonder how this change will come about. How will I deal with the demand of a young infant? I'm not good with children. Truthfully, they don't like me and I don't like them...so I wonder if that would carry over to my own son. Would he respond to me differently? Does it matter that he's been with me so long? Will he really know the sound of my voice? I can only wonder at what it will be like when we finally meet in the light day....what will he look like? Who will he become? So many questions....hopefully time stretches out before us long enough to find out all the answers.
5/11/09
Six week countdown begins....
I can't believe that my due date is only six weeks away. I've finally entered the 34th week. It seems only yesterday when I was less than 10 weeks into this pregnancy. Now the belly is bulging and I can barely move! My joints ache and I don't think Christopher should be moving as much as he does! Granted, all the movement is a good thing butt seriously, how much does the boy think I can stretch? Even now, he's busy trying to turn over.
We had our baby shower this weekend. Learned a lesson there. One should never interfere in the planning of their own baby shower. The stress is just too much. I wanted to go see Star Trek but it didn't quite workout that way. Christopher, suffice it to say has gotten plenty of presents. He'll be a very clean well dressed baby. Good for him! I just want him to stop trying to punch his way through my skin!!!
I have finally found the part of this pregnancy that I really hate. This is uncomfortable and painful. Well, maybe because I'm so tired that I'm ready to pass out. Finally done with the birthing class. It was really quite nice and we met two other lovely prospective parents. But at least my late nights are done for now. On that note, I'm going to bed before I really pass out in front of this computer. I'll have to wait until later to post my summery of the class.
If you have never attended a birthing class, I highly recommend doing so. You can never educate yourself enough. When it comes to something as important as the birth of your child, you can't afford to approach it in ignorance. Well, I'm off to bed, I can barely keep my eyes open long enough to even finish this blog post.
We had our baby shower this weekend. Learned a lesson there. One should never interfere in the planning of their own baby shower. The stress is just too much. I wanted to go see Star Trek but it didn't quite workout that way. Christopher, suffice it to say has gotten plenty of presents. He'll be a very clean well dressed baby. Good for him! I just want him to stop trying to punch his way through my skin!!!
I have finally found the part of this pregnancy that I really hate. This is uncomfortable and painful. Well, maybe because I'm so tired that I'm ready to pass out. Finally done with the birthing class. It was really quite nice and we met two other lovely prospective parents. But at least my late nights are done for now. On that note, I'm going to bed before I really pass out in front of this computer. I'll have to wait until later to post my summery of the class.
If you have never attended a birthing class, I highly recommend doing so. You can never educate yourself enough. When it comes to something as important as the birth of your child, you can't afford to approach it in ignorance. Well, I'm off to bed, I can barely keep my eyes open long enough to even finish this blog post.
5/10/09
Christopher Madison's Baby Shower
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