February 13, 2012

Journal Entry 38 weeks and 3 days

Oh boy.  I feel so ready to be done with this pregnancy thing.  I don’t necessarily mean that I am ready for the next phase, but that I am definitely ready for the heart burn, carpal tunnel, snoring, swollen hands and feet, tummy resting on my lap, shortness of breath and all of the extra weight to be gone. 

My stomach is huge.  The attention it garners gives me increased faith in the good and goodwill of the world.  It has been really fun to have total stranger strike up conversations about their own pregnancies/children and ask me about my due date, the sex of the baby, etc.  I often feel like people get too involved in their own little worlds and are reluctant to reach out to those around them.  This experience has shown me how easy it can be for people to relate to one another. 

And the other side: My stomach is huge.  The number of people commenting on the fact that I *still* haven’t gone into labor, that I am *still* at work, etc. is starting to make me nutty.  Yes, I am *still* here.  There is no need for you to comment on the fact because I am well aware of it.  Thank you very much. 

I still feel a bit stressed about the name situation.  I feel like our top two choices are both great and I don’t know which one to pick.  I have heard a few moms say that it was very clear that their chosen name was either right or wrong when they met their babe.  I pray that that will be our experience.  I don’t want the naming stress to continue into the hours or days after his birth. 

And the other side: I am extremely excited about his middle name.  His middle name will be my dad’s first name and I am so eager for my dad to learn the news.  My dad has a Swedish name (with an Americanized pronunciation) that is very uncommon in my part of the world.  If you google it, you will find plenty of people with his name, but I have never met another person with the name or known anyone who is familiar with it outside of our family.  I think my dad will be honored to have his first grandson share this name with him.  I feel like giving our little guy this name not only gives me (and our little guy) a stronger connection with my dad, but also with my grandparents who chose this name for their own son.  

I realize that I am still more than a week out from my due date, but I have started to have the irrational fear/belief that this kid might not ever come out.  I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I am just hoping and praying for some sort of news that will lead me back to the world of rational people - aka those that know that their children cannot stay inside them forever.  

Note: At posting date, I am in my 39th week of pregnancy.  This is a journal entry from week 38.

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