So, in the final few weeks of this pregnancy thing I’ve been doing, I’ve found myself bitter, cranky, easily excitable, anxious and disinterested in things such as being in public, talking to people, eating vegetables, and getting out of bed.
I think, just judging from what I have read, that all of this stuff is pretty normal. I have entered that miserable stage of pregnancy where I am too big/uncomfortable/exhausted to get much done and I am too over it to care. I just want to have a damn baby now. For fuck’s sake, when am I going to have a damn baby?!
The cravings for a giant glass of white wine that plagued me at the beginning of my pregnancy have been replaced with the craving for a giant caramel latte. Several times daily. (I would seriously mainline if I thought it would satisfy me, at this point.) Don’t get me wrong, internet, I need that giant white wine now more than I have ever needed a giant cocktail. Because I believe that my tolerance is now such that it might completely knock me out and shave a few hours off of this torturous game of “Waiting for Baby Without Murdering Anyone”.
I am pretty sure that Baby L outgrew my pelvis weeks ago. She seems still to be attempting to backstroke through her previously roomy environment, which causes a lot of doubling over on my part. And, you know, having the breath knocked out of me mid-sentence. And nausea.
I am growing increasingly terrified of delivery. I mean, I know the shit’s gonna hurt, y’all. Duh. But the longer the wait, the more I am dreading it. On the one hand, I say, “BRING IT, NATURE, I CAN TAKE THIS. AND I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN.” and on the other hand, I’m all like, “Would it be possible to borrow someone else’s vagina to do this with? I mean, come on, this is a joke, right?” As it turns out, y0u have to use your own vagina. Unless you used someone else’s uterus. And alas, I used my own. I am a moron.
As my due date not-so-rapidly approaches, I get a lot of messages from friends saying, “Baby?” or “When are you going to go into labor?” And to them, I would like to say: I truly love you and appreciate all of your concern. But obviously, if you haven’t heard from me, I am still growing this little parasite and I don’t want to talk about it until she is officially OUT. And sleeping in a bassinet. And not in my rib cage. No offense. I just sort of want to grab an array of kitchen utensils and do some home surgery on myself at this point, and I just don’t have the patience to talk about how I am STILL FUCKING PREGNANT. Did I mention that I love and appreciate you? I will call you when this thing gets going.
- Welcome to my Cervix. (brokencondoms.wordpress.com)
- Things they don’t tell you about pregnancy… (francoistremblay.wordpress.com)
- Pregnancy Awareness Month – doing my part (mom-101.com)
- Snooki says pregnancy has made her more mature (calgaryherald.com)
3 thoughts on “Using My Own Uterus”
That wine will be waiting for you with open arms. And lemme tell you, even if you buy the cheapest, crappiest wine at the store, it’s gonna taste so good 🙂
I believe it. And it will be glorious. And I will probably cover the whole monumental occasion on this blog. U will write my ode to alcohol. Lol
I am in full support of you having a glass of wine now. Just don’t get wasted and you’ll be fine (i.e. just one!). Dark beers are also really good for milk production. The more relaxed you are, the more likely you’ll go into labor! At least that was my frame of mind my last pregnancy. And I relished those special treats of wine with friends at dinner.