Thursday, July 26, 2018
32 Weeks
32 Weeks
Phew! Alright, folks, were at 32 weeks. That means only 8 to go...give or take.
And I thought to myself, "Psssh. It cant possibly be that bad. They dont know what theyre talking about."
As it turns out, they did know what they were talking about. Its terrible. Much more terrible than I imagined. While heat has always had a draining effect, theres something about being pregnant in the heat that has made me unable to function like a normal human being. The thought of walking from the house to the car when its 100 degrees outside exhausts me so much that I need a nap. Let alone the thought of getting in the car and actually going anywhere.
My poor lungs are already running out of room, so deep breaths are hard to come by. When you add triple digit temperatures to shrunken lungs, you get a lot of wheezing and huffing and puffing. And generally feeling like youre going to shrivel up and die. I go outside and instantly slow down to about 1/100th of my normal pace (which, I can assure you, is not very quick to begin with these days).
Anyway, Im not meaning to whine. Im really just meaning to send a general warning out there to all potentially pregnant ladies (and current or future husbands of potentially pregnant ladies): Being very pregnant in the heat of summer is not fun. Everyone will tell you that, and you may be inclined not to believe them, but you should. Oh, you should.
Weve had a couple of nice, cool rainy days that have me feeling refreshed, though, and Im feeling like Im going to survive until October. There is a light at the end of this tunnel. Assuming my belly doesnt get stuck in said tunnel along the way. Cuz its definitely getting bigger.
In closing, Ive got two small requests for my dear little baby.
First, little one, can you kindly keep your legs out from underneath my ribs? Theyre not jail cell bars. You cant bust out of them. I love you and your wiggly-ness, but I sort of need the ribs.
Second, and I know this may seem a little early, but I figure I should start this bargaining process sooner rather than later. Can you decide to come out on your own? Not soon. I mean, preferably not until October. But at some point, I would really like it if youd let me go into labor. Your brother, bless his heart, had to be forced out with very painful drugs at 42 weeks. Can you just not do that? Im willing to be generous. Ill (only slightly impatiently) give you until 41 weeks and 6 days (if I can keep the doctors off our backs), if youll just agree to come out. Extra brownies and cupcakes if you come out before that, though. Or extra breastmilk? Is that what youd bribe a newborn with?
Any guesses? Am I having a boy or a girl?
