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32 weeks-only 8 (potential) weeks to go before the baby gets here. Eep.

Nothing new under the sun here I suppose. Every mother-blogger does the countdown and the inevitable freakout about the closing in of days.

The nursery is still a mess, shower gifts everywhere, furniture not organized. We also have our “drink station” in there-crystal, wine rack, scotch, vodka. It’s pretty funny when friends stop by to take a look at the paint colors. I have to tell them we’ll be replacing those bottles with other ones, we swear. Please don’t call CPS.

Through all the belly rubbing and glassy smiles I have been happy to see that I am not the only one that fears (okay panics) at the thought of the sleeplessness. In this respect, and many others, I feel that Dan may be much better prepared for this than I am. If I haven’t mentioned it before he can get by easily on about five hours a night. That would make me melt down psychotically on a long term basis. Oh who am I kidding, one night of that makes me pretty fucked up.

The every two hours I wake up to pee each night feels like training for what is to come. I hadn’t thought of it too much until last night as I trudged to the bathroom and sighed. I felt like shit. I was so annoyed. And then I thought, “Get used to it babe, this is it!”

Of course I’m sure my annoyance will be tempered with the fact that I will be getting up to care for the baby. We also plan to keep him/her with us in the bedroom in a bassinet in the beginning so this will minimize my night time travels. I am blind without glasses and we have a shoe addiction that litters the house. I should really do something about that…

Whatever it is-hormones, spiraling fear, an impending sense of doom, waking up at these odd times-the dreams! So weird! And most of them non baby related. Some of Dan’s co workers have asked him if he’s having any sympathy pains/cravings. He thinks this is stupid, but I have to say he has been having messed up dreams, too.

And I guess it’s true-I have carpal tunnel in my left hand which is fucking un-awesome since I am left handed and even drying my hair has become ouchy. It seems to be the worst in the morning when I wake up and lessen as I drink my eleventy millionth glass of water. I was in denial because there are no real visible signs of swelling, my rings are still on (and spinning-it is winter in NY although about 50 degrees but whatevs) but alas, I have strange numbness in a tiny spot on the tip of my middle finger and a sore palm when I make a fist. So much for punching people today…

Superbowl watching for the first time in a long time (I am old, people) without quickly descending into inebriation was odd. Being a Giants fan and Irish, there is always a pessimism and a sense of dread. I’m not the typical New York asshole fan-I never assume that “my” team will win. If I even dare to think that I know I have hopelessly jinxed them and it’s all ruined. Don’t even get me started on the Rangers this season. I should be doing a jig, and I’m freaking out.

Anyhow, drinking would have provided a nice buffer from the stress, but sadly, it couldn’t be. I had one corona. I’ve never selected a beer so carefully in my life. One beer a night? Choose wisely.

I am so looking forward to being with the baby and my husband, enjoying life, love, the outdoors. But I can’t say that I’m not wishing for the day, those summer days, sitting outside, sipping on rum and punch in the afternoon. Ahhh…I love summer, and mommy’s happy juice.

But the Giants won, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Or as much of a breath as Baby Basmati lets me take these days while shoving my lungs ever upward. I told Dan that Baby B will be born under the Chinese zodiac sign of the dragon, supposedly the luckiest sign.

So far so good!


So I have spent a considerable amount of time bitching about how women have a crashing case of pregnancy amnesia which is indeed not helpful to their pregnant sisters out there who are looking for advice, so I thought it would behoove me to keep a record of the symptoms I have experienced along the way so I too don’t fall victim to brain dump at the moment of birth.

Of course along with the normal queasiness in the first trimester, I have had the heightened sense of smell. I still have it, although I think I’ve gotten more used to it. In the beginning as I walked into rooms it felt like an alarming superpower, but now it’s become part of daily life.

The thirst! At times it was crazy. At about 12 weeks it really ramped up, and even though I am constantly drinking my lips are always dry. I know maybe some of that can be attributed to winter dryness, but I know that I am much more thirsty than I ever was before.

When I was sick a few weeks ago my hands felt sore in the mornings and it was hard to make a fist. That feeling dissipated during the day, so I attributed it to dehydration. Now that I am on the mend, my left hand is still hard to open and close. There are no visible signs of swelling; my rings are still on and spinning around. My middle finger is also intermittently numb, so I am chalking this up to a mild case of carpal tunnel.

I have been side sleeping for some time now, even though I have no symptoms of vena cava syndrome. But some of these warnings just seep in like childhood warnings of the boogey man, and even the calmest of us pregnant women are not immune. Like, “Don’t sleep on your back or horrible horrible things will happen! BUAHH HA HA HA!” When I woke up this morning my hips were super sore. Like I had run 15 miles. I have a pillow placed between my knees when side sleeping, but I think between the relaxin moving my bones and staying in one sleeping position for an extended period of time, this is bound to happen.

So I’m going to do my best to keep these memories alive. Just so you know I am singing the title of my post a la Tom Hanks in “Big” for those of you who remember.

My mom surprised me though with her memory of my brother’s birth, her first, back in 1970. I guess when I comes to horror stories,, though, most women remember. I have a little library of books accumulating next to me on the sofa about natural childbirth (I’ll talk more about it in the next post) and I just finished “Husband Coached Childbirth” by Doctor Robert Bradley of “The Bradley Method”. I hope I don’t get into trouble since I don’t know the key to place a trademark logo next to “The Bradley Method” since this seemed essential in the text of the book, but oh well.

The Bradley Method is a school of natural childbirth and the book focuses on the husband/partner as birth coach. It’s a quick read, but somewhat provincial and quaint in it’s suggestions about husband/partner behavior.”Rub her back, buy her fresh fruit daily, tell her you love her, whisper sweet nothings in her ear, etc…” Depending on your situation it may make you smile or it may make you want to punch the nearest wall/face/TV. Or both.

Anyway Dr. Bradley spends some time talking about the early days of childbirth where women were drugged, strapped to their beds and helmets placed on their heads until they got the baby out. He termed this “knock em out drag em out” delivery and it did indeed seem terrifying. Watch Betty Draper give birth to Eugene in season 3 of Mad Men. The episode is called, “The Fog” and according to my mother is pretty damn accurate.

It’s crazy to me to think that not so long ago medicine was so, um antiquated? Fucking scary? Altogether wrong? I don’t know. I guess 30 or 40 years is a long time, but to me not so long in the history of mankind. The development of maternal and fetal medicine in the past ten years alone have been astounding and have saved many lives.

I am grateful that in the event of an emergency the hospital will have everything I and/or the baby might need, but honestly right now I am looking forward to a birthing center experience with the benefits of the hospital. I really don’t want to be flat on my back hooked up to a million monitors.

Next book is “Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth”. I’ll let you know how it goes.



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  • babyforbutton: Congrats on Naomi! My baby was born March 15th! Amazing how fast the year has gone by!
  • babyforbutton: update please!! :)
  • reilly873: I've somehow managed to ease the pain the past few nights, but only with some serious, ridiculous pillow arranging. Which is a royal pain in the ass w