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Thursday, February 22, 2007It's OfficialI'm wearing maternity tops. Not bottoms, mind you -- just tops. Twelve weeks along and I finally gave in. I'm ambivalent about this "showing early because you've been pregnant nine dozen times already and your stomach is just trained to stick out" business. I mean, I expected to pooch out a little early, but I was already "showing" at ten weeks. Ten weeks! I mean, part of me likes it. Unless someone is paying absolutely no attention to my physical state, it's fairly obvious that I'm pregnant. That's nice, because carrying this "huge secret" inside my body has been a little bit exhausting. I'm meeting a dear friend tomorrow for lunch, and she doesn't know about the baby yet. Something tells me I won't have to say a word. I'll just get out of the car and let my belly do the talking. And, honestly, that's easier than all the "big announcement" type conversations I've been having lately. Part of me doesn't like it. Back in early January, I finally reached my "perfect weight" goal. I enjoyed it for a couple of weeks and then the pregnancy pounds started creeping in. It's vanity, plain and simple. I know it and I admit it. I look at my favorite pair of jeans, now hanging forlornly in my closet, and sigh heavily. Why can't we carry our babies in removable backpacks until delivery? And this "showing" business has ramped up my frenetic "to do" list for the remaining six and a half months. I've got to: *Move around and decorate three bedrooms in order to incorporate the baby into our family. *Formulate a list of "things we need" for the baby *Make sure I've signed up for birthing classes, toured the hospital, prepared a birth plan, and in all ways have "birth readied" myself for the big event *Freeze a month's worth of lasagna, tuna casserole, and macaroni and cheese *Finish the first draft of my current novel (book two in the series) Just a few small things to accomplish, right? And please don't ask me to post belly pictures. Not going to go there. Belly pictures will be emailed to those whom I love and trust -- and only if I am properly bribed. You know. Gourmet chocolate, gift certificates to Plum Good Foods, trips to London -- simple things. I love being pregnant, though. I really do. Eric says I "glow," and I think he's right. I may whine about my expanding waistline, but I do rub my belly and talk to the wee one nestled inside, smiling like a goon and marveling at the gift of being able to experience this one more time. Neurotic? Maybe. But unmistakeably happy. Labels: pregnancy |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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12of my readers are feeling chatty:
Awww. So this is your...fifth? Or does the "four" in your sidebar include this one? Some may say you're crazy to have that many kids, but I'm jealous. :) I can't wait to start breeding (heh) and want a big family too.
That was truly sweet, without being a bit sappy. :)
Don't worry... not terribly interested in a belly shot. They usually look like a close-up of the top of a pith helmet.
When my first son was cooking, it took my wife about 4 months to catch up to my tummy.
At least I dont have an outie. I just have a cavernous somthing or other that is perfect for holding up a flagpole if I lay on my back.
LOL Dave!
Jill, you do sound happy. I can almost see you patting your belly with a glorious smile on your face.
Well you know I want belly pics. I asked for them on day one! Hopefully I'm loved and trusted. I'm certainly willing to bribe, too!! :0)
HAHA!
I just emailed you a belly pic without reading this first!!!!
I am sure you look adorable. I can't wait to hear about your dear friends reaction to your cute little tummy! :)
I'd skip the birth class Jill...you know what you are doing!
Replace it with a scheduled naptime.
xoxoxoxo
I was thinking that Jill should skip the class, too....a scheduled nap would be the perfect replacement!!
Well, Kelly and Leese, I appreciate your enormous faith in my birthing abilities! But I do need the classes, because this time I'm going.....(drum roll)....NATURAL. So Eric and I need to take the Bradley Method courses so I don't murder someone in the delivery room. :)
Ohhh I see. Well you can do it!!!! I did it with Parker and he was over 10# at birth. I pushed for three hours and twenty three minutes to get him out...
I opted for an epidural with Adasen and it almost killed me. My BP dropped to 53/31 and it wouldn't come back up. I had iv drips in both arms and they were pushing epinephrine into me...not fun!
You'll do fine! I'm sure Eric is a great coach too!!!
You are mommy..hear you roar!! You go girl! But, if you have to give in to some good drugs in the end, we'll still think you're awesome!
I know of some fine chocolate that might change your mind about those pictures. If not, then I know of where a house is being built where you might like to stay for a wee bit of a visit ;-)
Thats great I have some Food gift basket where in everyone start celebrating.
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