03.31.09
Almost there…
One month until D-Day!
It is unbelievable how fast this pregnancy has gone. And, now that it is almost over, lots of people have assumed I will write my next book about the past eight (soon to be nine!) months.
When I wrote Taking the Plunge it was because I felt I had a lot to get off my chest. I wanted to write an entertaining and helpful book for brides.
Fortunately, that hasn’t been the case for my pregnancy. If I was to write a book on it, my pregnancy would be the dullest story ever. Interesting for me, but totally uneventful for the average person.
Everything has gone so well! I haven’t had any serious complications, medical or familial or work-related. There are many other women out there with real traumatic stories to tell of their pregnancies and I am pleased to say, I am not one of them.
If anything, I am far happier than I have ever been! It may be the pregnancy hormones talking, but I have really enjoyed my pregnancy and my relationships with my family and my husband are stronger than ever as a result. Especially, my husband – I’m the biggest sap ever now. Worse than before.
Currently, my biggest trouble is a repeating nightmare of the video my midwife showed my ante-natal class of a woman screaming and crying during labor, “Please, I beg you, make it stop!” Besides this contribution to my growing fear of D-Day, the only other issue is that my fingers are too swollen to wear my wedding ring.
I warned him that without my ring, men would flock to me like bees to honey. But, my husband does not seem fazed. “I am a very attractive woman,” I said from my permanent position lying on the sofa, an uncanny imitation of a beached whale.
“Hey, if you think you’re ready to hit the bars, go for it!” he said, laughing at me. “In fact, go now. I’d like to see you try to get off that sofa on your own, let alone down to a bar.”
I’ll get my revenge when he joins me for my next ante-natal class tomorrow. Three hours on breastfeeding.
