I also feel like I'm in the movie Alien, and I'm sure that all of you who have been pregnant can relate to that. It's kinda weird to harbor another human in your body. As cool and amazing and miraculous as it is, there comes a point when you realize that they are fully capable of functioning on their own and much like the college student that won't find a job, it's time for them to move out. I have felt more elbows and knees and feet in this pregnancy than I think I ever have before. I swear yesterday morning I felt his butt overlapping the bottom of my ribs and it was not a pleasant feeling. It literally took my breath away and Henry can vouch for how high his little bottom really was. I had a dream last night that I could see and feel his knee in the middle of my chest, not pleasant.
For all of those who say "you're all baby", I'm gonna have to agree with you. Though I am not physically huge, I feel totally full, overinflated, & waaay too firm. My skin is stretched so tight that I can't even move it, and I'm pretty sure that I have horrible stretch marks around my belly button which is something new. I've had stretch marks since Colin, but they've always been limited to my hips, sort of an odd place to get them in the grand scheme of things. I guess my butt had so much extra skin that my belly borrowed from it, who knows. I also had a dream last night that he was born and weighed 8.4 and was 22 inches long. Folks, that's a big baby.
I said above that there was no specific end in sight, and that's true to a point. My "due date" which I've already said was more like the "use by" dates that they put on milk was 4 days ago. I don't place alot of faith in those guesses of arrival/time expiration, but it doesn't help the frustration of STILL not having him here on the outside. It kinda feels like waiting on the mail to arrive with an awesome package, you get mail every day, but the way cool package still isn't there. ACK! Anyway, I have an appointment with my midwife on Wednesday at my 41 week mark. If he's still not here by then, and it's looking like he won't be, she will set a date for me to be induced. As against induction as I've been in the past, I really don't care anymore. It isn't a c-section and I'm tired of feeling like turkey.
Speaking of turkey, we're hosting Thanksgiving this year because I really thought I'd have a baby by then and wouldn't want to travel 2 hours a week-ish after he was born. It seemed like a good plan to have dinner here, I could go to bed if I needed to, everyone could come see the baby... oh the best laid plans. I'm still going to LOOK like a turkey by then and with him nested up in there, there's going to be less room for me to gobble dinner. Oh I'm soooo punny! :-P My mom brought dressing yesterday because she's not going to be able to make it for dinner because my dad won't be able to travel due to a knee replacement. It's in the freezer and I'm so tempted to just heat it up and sit down with a serving spoon and stuff myself because honestly, what's more comforting than dressing??? Anyway, I feel a little better now and I can always go back and read my own blog and pretend that someone else wrote it and that they really understand how I feel . I'll keep everyone posted on delivery, but until then I leave you with a picture so that you can understand how I feel. I'm not sure if seeing the picture makes me feel better or worse, but you can at least have a good laugh at my expense. ~Kellie~
In case I don't see you before then, Happy Thanksgiving!!!
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