I’ve hit that point, when everyone knows you’re pregnant. It has its advantages.
In our present heatwave, women look at me pityingly in the grocery store checkout line and say, “I can’t imagine what it must feel like to be pregnant right now!’
And mostly my husband puts up with my little fits of craziness. They occur daily. He dried the towels on high instead of medium, he ate the last of the chocolate chips, or something or other about my father in law.
Luckily I mostly don’t feel that bad, even with the present heatwave. I like sunshine, we have a pool, I don’t have a job that involves manual labor. But my feet have progressed from cankles to elephant feet to my current fave, “sausage feet.” My toes look just like little sausages. I’ve started to get jealous of other people’s feet, their slender ankles. On the plus side it likely means that at least a few pounds of the 35# I’ve gained are in my feet.
And we are mostly ready. At least on paper. We’ve finished our birthing class, put together the crib, bought some wipes. Still need to figure out the breast pump, arrange the changing table, install the carseat, and buy some diapers. But I need these 3 weeks! Everytime someone tells me I could go any day an inner voice says “NOOOO!”
Feels like falling off the edge of the world.
