Poor little guy is already suffering in the record-keeping department and he isn't even here yet. I'll have to remedy that. I'm also going to do my best to avoid saying things like "with Teagan, it was like this, but this one's different." I don't want to get in the habit of comparison so early - I know it will happen at some point, but I'm going to try to fight it for a little while at least. Suffice it to say, my pregnancies have felt different and who is to say whether it's because I'm having a boy this time, or it's just a different pregnancy. It's only my second, so I can't really speak to whether it's boy vs. girl or baby vs. baby.
I hit 30 weeks yesterday, which means I have less than 10 weeks to go before I go under the knife and come up with a bouncing baby boy. My doctor takes planned C-section babies at 39 weeks, in an attempt to make sure the mother doesn't go into labour on her own and complicate the process. Since my due date is Saturday, November 9th, I was labouring (no pun intended) under the assumption that I would deliver on Saturday, November 2nd. My oh-so-wise OBGYN father-in-law suggested I check with my doctor, since elective C-sections aren't usually performed on Saturdays. Sure enough, Dr. Pollock was planning on Monday, November 4th so now we're on the same page. That could have been awkward.
To answer the most common questions I've been getting...- I do feel good, thanks!
- Yes, it IS hot.
- No, I'm not having the baby very soon.
- Yes, I'm big.
People can be so insensitive when it comes to pregnant women. I can't tell you how many times someone I barely know, or don't know at all has asked me when I'm due and before I can answer, laughs and says "with your twins" or "it has to be really soon, right?" or when I was in Canada at 19 weeks pregnant was asked if I was having the baby there during my 3 week stay. To tell them I had 5 months left came as an absolute shock. Yes, I'm big. I'm 5'3" and apparently don't have much of a torso, so there aren't too many places for these babies to go. At barely 6 months, my belly knocked over a whole section of DVDs at Sam's Club. What's funnier than a pregnant woman knocking a bunch of DVDs to the floor in the middle of a warehouse? A pregnant woman attempting to pick up said DVDs from the floor in the middle of a warehouse. I can laugh about it now, but at the time I could barely catch my breath from all the huffing and puffing. I can't tell you how many times Teagan has almost been knocked over by the belly. It has a mind of its own at times.
This little man is SO active. Dr. Pollock's latest instructions after our appointment were to stay pregnant. It seems to be going well. He asked me to count the number of times he moves during the day and make sure it gets up to 10. I was sure to clarify whether he meant time clusters of movement throughout the day, or 10 instances. Because I'm usually at 10 by 9:00 in the morning. He is constantly kicking and punching and rolling and I never (knock on wood) have to worry that he's been still for too long. At this point, you can see my stomach rippling and rolling and doing the wave. I've been annoying Brandon for weeks, grabbing his hand and placing it on my stomach and he humoured me, but never really felt anything. But in the last few weeks, there has been no question. Even Teagan's been able to feel him "jumping". Which feels like a more accurate description of what's really going on in there. Especially when it comes to going to bed at night - he must be on England time, because he's just waking up to party when I'm trying to get a few hours of sleep before needing to pee.
I can't seem to move these days without having to use the bathroom, so poor Brandon has had to get up and fetch me things a lot these days because I just can't be bothered. Note to self: when you are a stay-at-home, pregnant Mum of a toddler not yet potty trained, not replacing the toilet paper out of laziness only hurts yourself. Remember that.
I'm feeling the weight of this "little" one more and more. Mostly, I'm sure, because I'm chasing a toddler around and running up and down the stairs every few minutes...wait, shouldn't I be thinner? I've gained about 33 pounds to this point. I used to think it was all in that ginormous belly 'o' mine, then I saw photos of myself and laughed. Okay, cried. Hoping that he is a good nurser, because I think I will need some help getting this weight off. Odd, because in the beginning of my pregnancy, I couldn't eat enough salad and fruit. I would look down at my lunch and think to myself, 'Really?' Wouldn't you rather have a cheeseburger? And I wouldn't. My theory is that you can do your best (and I wasn't really trying, I was just satisfying an unusual - for me - craving) but the baby will do what it needs to do to grow and thrive and if I gain an obscene amount of weight, so be it. I just hope he isn't a 6 pounder...I'll have some 'splaining to do!
This little boy is already so loved (despite what the frequency of my writing about him suggests) and cherished and we feel incredibly blessed to be welcoming him to our family very soon. But not as soon as everyone seems to think.
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