Because I'm a nice wife, I agreed that if I get to pick a date for induction, we could do it so the baby would likely be born on November 10th, which is the Marine Corps birthday. My husband basically did this as a response to my agreement:
|You know you read this in a Mr. Burns voice|
A week away from my due date, I feel like everyone in my life is watching me like this...just waiting.
|But it's ok if they brought me a Coke|
I'm pretty sure I do this to pregnant women near their due date too, but it does make you feel like the watched pot that just won't boil. Don't worry, I won't sneak off into the woods like a feral cat and have my offspring in secret. I was just saying the other day how funny it would be if you could set up automatic Twitter and Facebook progress reports for labor, like you can get for large races like Marine Corps Marathon. Instead of "Kara K., Bib #234 just crossed the half mark at 1:57!" it would tweet stuff like "5cm! Moving to active labor.". You know you'd love to see that on your Facebook feed.
Yesterday and today have had a high of 80 degrees. Even with the AC still on, I am so freaking hot. I'm so glad I wasn't 9 months pregnant in July!
|At least I don't have neck rolls|
My husband and I had decided on a baby name a few months ago and haven't discussed it since. Last week I woke up and liked another name better. Now I'm driving him crazy again with wanting to endlessly discuss the pros and cons of name choices.
I have ground breaking information to share with the world: You can't accurately guess the size of a baby by looking a pregnant woman. No one can, not even doctors. I've known women who looked HUGE to have tiny 6lb babies and women who carry small can have sizable babies. I don't blame people who haven't had kids who don't know this, but even an ultrasound can't accurately tell the weight of a baby. I've heard of people getting induced because an ultrasound said the baby was almost 10lbs and then it turns out it was only 8.5lbs.
Here's another fun pregnancy fact: no one sleeps well at the end and we can rarely get comfortable and we're a pissy bunch. So, with these two facts at your disposal, maybe the next time you want to go up to a stranger and say "You are SO SMALL! I bet you're going to have a tiny baby!" just don't. Especially if they have their Hulk Sized toddler with them.
|I can eat other toddlers for breakfast|
Every single time I leave the house now some stranger asks me "When are you due?" and when I answer, the response is always "But you're so small! That's going to be a little baby!". I've tried playing along and saying something like "Well, I'm the same size as last time and I didn't have a petite baby", but they've already made up their mind about the potential size of my yet to be born fetus.
I realize that people don't know that I'm tired of the "small baby" thing, but I do really want to let the next person natter on about their theory of how they can guess my baby's size like some kind of carnie, and then respond with this:
|I have seen this movie more times than I can count|
Even the lady at the McDonald's drive thru today had an opinion about my size and wanted to discuss how tiny my baby will be. I wanted to say "Oh, did you learn about these things when you went to medical school before coming to work here? No? Just give my McFlurry lady".
Yes, I continue to be a little ray of sunshine in this world.
Watch me have to eat my words when I have a petite 6lb baby after all. I wouldn't complain about that, it would have to be easier than pushing out a baby Faith's size! Unfortunately the one person who hasn't said they think I'm having a small baby is my doctor. Turns out it's more likely to have a bigger baby the second time? Who makes up these rules?
What was the last idiotic thing a stranger said to you? Before pregnancy, it used to be people insisting that Peanut is a Rottweiler.
|I don't see it.|