I almost feel as though I’ve been spirited away to Texas. We’ve been getting severe thunderstorms all evening, and at one point I looked out the window, and it was pouring like you wouldn’t believe. I happened to click on MSNBC.com just then and saw a photo of a man trying to keep his jacket hood up in the wind and the rain as the hurricane made landfall.
Check out the latest (as of 9:20pm) radar:
Doesn’t that look lovely? I am wondering now if The Purple Chai is getting slammed with thunderstorms. I hope she doesn’t lose power!
Pregnancy update: Lately the baby has been moving around even more, but since s/he is getting bigger by the moment, s/he doesn’t really have enough room anymore. Instead of pokes and jabs, it’s more like a rolling and twisting sensation. You can actually see my belly rolling if you look hard enough.
Last night at dinner, the baby really started moving around. So I put my hands on my belly and found exactly where s/he was, and I decided to see what would happen if I pressed on him/her. And I was able to move him/her downward a bit!! It was almost gross. S/he came right back up again, though, and I shoved him/her right back down again. I’m sure s/he was saying, “Mom!! I WANT to be up there! LEAVE ME ALONE!!”
Heh. Poor kid.
There’s a lady at Grace’s swim lessons who’s due right around the same time I am, 10 September for her, while I am due 25 September. She knows she’s having a girl, which she’s pretty excited about as she already has two boys. But she says she’s carrying just the same with this one as she did with the other two, which is more proof to me that how you carry babies is due more to how you’re built versus what gender your baby is. However, this lady is tiny everywhere but in her belly. If you see her from behind, you see a slender woman, probably a size 4 at the largest. Then she turns sideways, and inadvertantly you have to exclaim, “Holy cow, she’s pregnant!” I mean, she is only big right there in her belly. And her belly is very, very oval in shape, almost as though someone grabbed a hank of her stomach flesh and yanked outward. She says it’s rather uncomfortable because her stomach muscles are already pretty stretched out from her two previous pregnancies.
Then my friend D’s sister had her baby this week. She was overdue, and the doctors decided to start inducing her on Sunday night. Finally she delivered a beautiful baby boy on Monday, I believe, only she had to have a C-section.
Let me tell you, my friends, I am deathly afraid of a C-section. I know they’re performed every single day, and that they are a fairly safe procedure. But I have never had surgery before at all, unless you count the time my wisdom teeth were extracted. I had to be put under, and my gums were sliced open to reveal my very impacted wisdom teeth, but that was still nothing in comparison to major abdominal surgery, like a C-section.
I am scared of how it will feel to have this huge incision healing right there on my abdomen in a place where I already have a bit of irritation. I don’t know why it is, but right where my belly curves back in and meets my pelvis, I have a lot of irritation and itchiness. Kurt said there’s even a red line there sometimes. Maybe it’s from my undies, I don’t know. And believe me, I am not going without undies. *shudders*
I am hoping that since I had Grace without a C-section that this baby will go the same way. But I also hope that this time things go much, much more smoothly. Last time, Grace didn’t cry when she was born. I couldn’t hold her till she was 20 minutes old, and even then I only had a few moments with her. She had a ton of fluid in her lungs. She was under an oxygen hood with an IV going into her umbilical cord stump. It was really, really traumatic for me. (You can read the whole story HERE, though that’s still a fairly sanitized version of it.) It was so difficult for me to see this baby, who’d just been inside of me a few hours before, all hooked up to machines, and not be able to hold her. You don’t expect that in a full-term baby. Heck, she was more than full-term, having been born two weeks late.
So! Enough of that depressing subject matter. Again, I just hope everything goes much more smoothly this time around.
You know what is really mind-boggling?? I could have this baby in six weeks. Six weeks! ACK! I keep thinking that I have all this time, but it’s slipping away, moment by moment.
Oh well. The only thing the baby needs is food, diapers, and lots and lots and lots of love. Oh, and a car seat. Everything else just makes my life easier.