Ok, time to get real....I don't love being pregnant. There. I said it. There are people who say they love it. If you're one of them, Great! (I don't believe you.) There are certain things I love about being pregnant--like feeling him move around. Love that. But all in all, it's a means to an end. A very long means to a very, very special end.
Oh, little Zane, I can't wait to meet you! I can't wait to see what you look like, to kiss you, smell you, feed you, and call you silly names. I already love you so much.
But you're still getting your little bottom spanked. I love being so close to you, but honestly, the presence of a 5 lb baby in my stomach poses a few problems for mommy. I threw up for 16+ weeks. And when that ended, the back ache set in. And this numb, tingly spot at the bottom of my right ribcage. Then there's the lack of sleep. Everyone says this is getting me ready for all-nighters with a baby. I think that's stupid and that I should be able to stock up on sleep now. And at least once you're here I'll have something to do at 4am rather than stare at a wall. None of my clothes fit comfortably anymore...not even the maternity ones. And occasionally I waddle, even though I swore I wouldn't.
Yesterday I was faced with all new problems. First, I had a moment of "uh-oh.....who's gonna tie my shoes?...Too bad my dogs don't do that trick". Then I attempted to sit in the floor and wrap Christmas presents....HA! Not possible. First getting in the floor is a magic trick. And then of course I've forgotten scissors. And tape. And ribbon. Once all supplies were on hand and I was back in the floor, the wrapping begins, right? WRONG! I can't bend that far over to reach the stinkin gifts and roll paper out and cut it! Forget that idea. Most gifts will be in gift bags this year.
Matt asked me today if I had watered the Christmas tree. And he was serious. My answer, "Babe, if it requires anything near the floor, count me out." I asked him later who I could pay to clean the house and he quickly responded that he'd get the number of someone. It didn't even cross his mind that I was joking! And honestly, I wasn't.
Anyway, there's my rant. I have actually had a very uneventful pregnancy and had no real problems to complain about. I'm just at the end and ready for this thing to move along. 35 weeks down. 5 to go. At the most! If he shows up a week or two....or two & a-half early, I won't be mad! :)