Pregnancy Thoughts...

Anyone else tired of hearing about my pregnancy? Too bad. :) It's truly hard to think about much else with a little ninja kicking around 24/7, making it hard to breath, hard to walk, hard to sleep.

Had another appointment with the midwives again today. I'm gaining weight again, which is good...as that's what you're suppossed to do when you're pregnant. Last month, I only gained 1/2 a pound, so I was a little worried, but I think I'm fine now. They still measure baby as "a little small" but that just makes sense to me...Mark and I are not large people, it makes sense that our child would be "a little small."

I'm just about 34 weeks. In doctor speak, I'm 33 weeks and 5/7ths. I don't know why they can't just say, "and five days." The 7ths thing seems quite silly to me. In any case, I'm basically at 34 weeks. The earliest I can safely deliver is 37 weeks....and I know I'll probably think I'm crazy later, but I wish these next three weeks would hurry by!

Early in pregnancy, I would have inwardly scoffed, even scorned, women who didn't want to wait and wait, holding out for that perfect forty weeks (as if we have any choice in the matter anyway). Now, though, I understand. I want to hold my baby. I want to kiss her cute little nose. I want to bring her into this home that it seems like I've been preparing since day one.

And part of it is....I want to get started with the life that happens AFTER pregnancy. Especially since it gets harder and harder as time goes by, nine months gets to seeming like an awful long time. I know my ribs are going to hurt, sleeping and breathing are going to be difficult, at least until the baby drops down into birthing position. And it won't be until weeks after she's born that I feel like a normal person, with no odd body parts swollen, with control of my own body, with the ability to exercise back. And ride horses, of course. I cannot wait to sail over my first jump again. It's going to be glorious.

And, of course, sex. Nobody ever seems to talk about it, which I think is rather prudish. We're all adults. We're all having sex. (I'm willing to assume that, as we all seem rather happy and mostly satisfied with life.) I'm not afraid to say that it's going to suck not being able to have sex for atleast 6 weeks. Perhaps I won't feel like it at all, and I won't miss it, and I won't even NOTICE it's absence. But I hope not. I'd rather miss it, at least from time to time.

Oh! And CLOTHES! In not too many weeks, I'm going to be able to expand my wardrobe. Now, other than sweatpants, none of my pre-maternity clothes fit. And oh, how I miss a simple pair of jeans. Or a zipper hoodie. Atleast I haven't had to have any weird undergarmets, those are all normal, but the maternity shirts and pants....I look forward to have a smaller tummy that my real clothes can fit. That, and...this is silly, but I bought all of my maternity clothes in fall or winter, so with the exception of one shirt, they are all dark wintery colors.
And spring is about to happen! I want color! But I don't want to spend money. *sigh*

Going to go find some food....the pregnant lady's hungry...