So, I've come to realize that my blog posts have become much more pregnancy/baby-centered than I ever intended them to be, which I apologize for. I really didn't think I'd become one of those women, who only ever talked about being pregnant, planning for the impending baby, etc. Evidently, I have. Sorry about that.
Anyway, in the spirit of turning over a new leaf, I will refrain from writing baby-related posts until my next check-up, which is still a week away. So you'll get a nice breather. Well, after today you will. I have just one more pregnancy-related entry to post, and then I'm done for awhile. Really.
First things first. I was kind of prepared for the everyone-has-an-opinion phenomenon taking hold with the baby name, which is why Ads and I have decided to keep it secret till baby arrives. I even knew that we'd get everyone's ideas on our decision to vaccinate, not vaccinate, or wait to vaccinate; breastfeeding and how long; potty training, and so forth. However, I really wasn't prepared for the opinions to come this early on, with regard to the pregnancy itself! The last couple weeks have been interesting, as I've reached and now bypassed my 6th month of pregnancy. For me, that's been a pretty big deal milestone (I don't know why, but it just seemed significant) and I thought it would be met with congratulations and high spirits. Instead, I get strange looks and comments like, "You don't look pregnant" and "I can barely tell anything is in there." If these comments were in the vein of "Honey, you look great! Congrats for keeping the weight off!" I'd be overjoyed. Instead, the snarky-edged comments are implying, "Are you sure your baby is growing enough in there?" and "Maybe you're not as far along as you think!" On the other hand, because Baby Mitt has been kicking up a storm since 18 weeks, I've heard a lot of "Are you sure you're not further along than you think? Babies just don't kick that early on!" So either I'm not pregnant enough or else I'm too pregnant to actually be at 6+ months. I told Adam that I'm at that place where I have to just stop paying attention to all of the lay opinions, and trust my midwives. They say I'm fine, and so I can only trust that I am, indeed, fine.
In other news, I have been surprised that, at least as far as my immune system is concerned, I have become the Invincible Woman. I've been around sick children, sick coworkers, sick Adam, and sick food handlers, and I just can't seem to get what they've got. It's like I'm Bruce Willis in "Unbreakable." I just can't get sick. Mind you, I'm not complaining, I'm just in awe of myself. I friggin' rock! Actually, this whole pregnancy thing friggin' rocks if it keeps me healthy. Although, in some ways, it would be nice to be sick enough to justify taking a day off from work.
My belly itches, big time. And you know how when one part of your body really itches, you start to feel like it's spreading to other parts, so you start itching all over? That's me right now. The more I try not to scratch, the more delirious with scratching desire I get, wanting--needing--to scratch. Baby smirks and laughs as it tumbles and kicks inside.
Tonight I start a prenatal yoga class. I have intense back pains on top of the itching, so I found a class that might help. I'm looking forward to it, although it being on Monday nights means that I will miss "House". Damn! There is another class on Wednesday nights that I could take instead, but this week I have to take the Monday class because of a work obligation Wednesday night. If this class is going to come between me and Hugh Laurie, it better darn well be worth it.
No comments:
Post a Comment