So I had originally begun a post about "Enjoying the Waiting." Going to the mom blogs and posts from about 30 weeks onward showed a growing core of anxious moms eager to get these little buns out of the oven. I felt no such eagerness.
As I would reply when people asked: "Oh no, I am not so uncomfortable that I have forgotten that there is a forever baby on the other end of this. Who I am excited to meet. But not just yet."
And then I did two things:
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I slept on a camper bed courtesy of my Aunt's tent trailer with only two pillows (left side only if you want to breathe thank you very much). I waddled, I mean walked, to the toilet (hole) at least once a night by flashlight or moonlight. I went hiking and swimming despite a growing baseline of breathlessness. Uncomfortable. But not entirely unpleasant. I also ate delicious food and enjoyed the excellent company of my sister, cousins, family and friends. And next year I
Note that the Pacific Northwest (where I was before coming back to Chicago) was having record RAINFALL in June... |
And so the countdown has begun. Because summer heat isn't going anywhere between now and D(ue)-Day.