Did you read this post, in which I discussed some of the more unpleasant aspects of pregnancy? It’s a real charmer. I wrote it less than three weeks ago. Oh, how some things change in that short amount of time. I briefly mentioned I didn’t have stretch marks on my belly. Well, I didn’t then. Pregnancy is supposed to be 40 weeks long and I didn’t get the stretch marks until I was almost at 38 weeks. Of my second full term pregnancy. Now I know it is a petty thing to be upset about, but are you fucking kidding me? And they are getting bigger every day. It’s almost like I can watch them spreading. Just another reminder that there are new humiliations around every corner when you are growing human beings inside your body.
My due date is August 28th. But I don’t let facts get in the way of what I decide is reality. Somehow I got it in my head that there was no way I was carrying this baby for 40 weeks. T was 6 days early, second babies tend to come even earlier, so we’d have this kid out and about by mid August. The thing is T was induced. I have no idea how much longer I would have carried him if preeclampsia wasn’t part of the picture. The 28th is a really inconvenient week to have a kid. Classes start for Z on the 29th. The other professors in his program have stuff going on in their lives as well and can’t be expected to cover for him. That’s the other reason I want to have this kid like yesterday. Z would be able to be a bit more relaxed and actually spend time in the hospital with us without being worried about what was going on at work.
A couple of days ago I waddled into T’s room on the way to the shower to tell Z something while he was dressing T for the day. He looked up at me and said, “Jesus, you are carrying that kid high.” I informed him he wasn’t helping and flounced right out of the room. Well, I would have flounced if I hadn’t been humungous and unwieldy. Z was just speaking the truth, though. I’ve carried both boys extremely high and New Guy hasn’t dropped at all. When I go into the doctor’s office this afternoon I’ve decided to not try and delude myself. He’ll check my cervix. And he’ll tell me it hasn’t opened at all. I’m starting to have a horrible feeling New Guy isn’t going to show his face until September.
Many months ago I remember writing it would be cool if New Guy arrived on September 3rd, our 11th wedding anniversary. Because we found out about the miscarriage on our 10th anniversary. Please, let me reiterate, don’t ever make doctor’s appointments on your wedding anniversary. You probably won’t get bad news, but why take the risk? If you do find out something awful it’ll really color that day in the future. Just don’t do it. As nice as it would be to have a wonderful new memory on that day, I would sincerely like to punch the me of several months ago in the face for suggesting it.
So yes, still pregnant. Super grumpy.