Over the last week my feet or rather my ankles have been taking on a rather bloated state of being.
I've taken off my wedding and engagement rings and put them away (with the husband making a comment about not liking my fingers being bare which brings on the danger of some other man coming along and stealing me away from him; he's sweet right? either that or he's patronizing the hell out of me) and I am most decidedly waddling around instead of gracefully walking to point b from point a thanks to my legs feeling like they are about to come tumbling out of their sockets.
The count down to New Bean Eve is on, we are 24 days away from her much anticipated arrival and I would love to say that I'm loving every minute of these last few weeks but honestly I'm just wishing it were all over so that the real sleep deprivation can begin.
As it is, I'm up every hour on the hour most nights with Braxton-Hicks Contractions and Bathroom trips. Rolling over in bed to get comfortable involves waking fully up so that I can sit up, or heave myself up in order to reposition myself. Have I mentioned that there is a knee or possibly even a foot almost permanently lodged between against my ribcage and I'm just looking forward to getting to now this little wiggle worm.
And of course now that I've just spewed a waterfall of pregnancy related whining I'm now thinking about how these last few weeks are the last time I'll feel the quickening, the last time I'll be closer to this Bean than anyone else in the whole wide world and the last time I'll feel the anticipation of becoming a Mommy all over again.
You'll excuse me now as I take a moment to indulge in some pregnancy hormone related melancholy...
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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6 comments:
just 24 days away, how exciting :-)
Nahhhhh, not melancholy. More like making lovely memories. To re-play any time, in the rest of your life.
Gentle Winter hugs...
~oh those final days when you want ever so badly to embrace it all...savor what you have and what is in your days...but oh gosh...i do remember...i actually begged my doctor for our littlest to somehow welcome the world without any c section or such and well he did make his debut later that evening actually in the wee early morn hours of the next day...my pregnancy with him was so far different than our first...i was swollen like a whale and he was quite the little fighter inside...he kicked and punched all he could and all night long!!! try as best as possible to soak it all up and know deep down as slow as these days may feel they are really flying by to the new life that is about to begin...happy new year my dear sweet friend...much love light and blessings be with you and yours always~
Hang in there! You are doing great. One day at a time must have been coined for times like these!
Happy New year.
The blessings of these days embroider a womans mind and a mothers heart with strands of precious love known only to mother and child. A cherished tapestry to revisit even when your child is approaching 40...forever ago, an eye blink in Momma's time.
Blessings at this momentous time. The Olde Bagg, Linda
Oh wow, I do remember feeling like you do! And it's a little sad that I won't feel that way again (no plans of having more kids for me!). But wow, these last days will go by fast!!
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