Thursday, April 22, 2010

Oh, Hello, Third Trimester

Hello, Third Trimester.  I've been waiting for you.  For at least nine years.  But it's not the good kind of waiting.  It's the kind of waiting where you half dread it, half want it to be bloody over with already.  Kind of like any Jennifer Lopez movie.  Because, like I said, I've been growing a baby in my uterus for nine years.  Nine years is longer than I was planning on.

With you, I have welcomed back some old friends.  Severe gastrointestinal distress.  Vomiting.  Fatigue.  The inability to stand up without having to turn over on my hands and knees to heave my massive gut off the floor/off the couch/out of bed.  The good news with the last one is that my arms are getting nice and toned because it's like I'm doing at least forty push-ups a day with a little gnome clinging to my belly like a baby baboon.

You've also brought some new, unique challenges.  Like how sore the skin on my stomach is.  I can tell where the stretch marks are going to pop up - like giant earthquake induced fissures.  And the feeling that there's a fifty-pound weight attached to both my ilium and sacrum.  And the fact that I can't sit up straight since The Lentil thinks her permanent home should be up under my right ribs and if I try to sit properly, it makes her very, very angry.

You've provided some interesting conversations with other people.  I will never understand why people don't just tell me how pretty and glowing I am (even if it's a lie) instead of telling me birthing stories, baby (and mother) death stories, and insisting that my belly is bigger than it is when really, I'm sure it's just normal size. 

Here's a sampling:

Me: (grimacing, trying to push The Lentil out of my ribs)
Custodial Lady:  Whatchu doin'?  You eat too many sweets?
Me:  No, this baby's kicking me in the ribs.
CL:  You is pregnant?  Oh, yep.  You sho is.  How far along you be?
Me:  Six months (I've been six months pregnant for at least two months).
CL:  Daaaaaaaaammnn, girl!  And you be dat big?  Da docta sho dere ain't no twin?
Me:  No, it's just one baby.
CL:  Well den, I wonda what be wrong wit you.  You see dat Lifetime movie where dat lady have dose quintuplets...


This is compliments of my cousin's wife, Julie, who is also pregnant and ready to pop:

5 comments:

Julie said...

Your baby ever get hiccups? Mine does. A lot. Like, 3 + times a day. It's getting a little annoying. And it's sort of weird to get hiccups THAT often. So I'm hoping she isn't a weirdo.

Kristina P. said...

That custodial lady sounds delightful!

Thereasa said...

Erin, I don't look at the blog sites very often these days - BUT -your blog writings always make me happy! You have the BEST personality of anyone I have ever known in my entire life!

Now about the hiccups - it was the hiccups that I personally think is the coolest of all feelings my mortal body has ever felt! Perhaps that's strange to write - but - to experience the feeling of life within one's self - and to feel that life having hiccups - I'm telling you - that's just way cool! :)

Erin said...

Kristina - she is delightful...that's the perfect word to describe her. If you're fat or your hair looks funny, she's going to tell you.

And, am I the only mother who has no idea if her baby has hiccups? I know she moves a lot - the kicking and the hitting, I feel, but I guess I don't know the difference between that and when she has hiccups. I love to feel her kick - except when she hits bone and then it's not quite so fun.

Julie said...

I never had hiccups with Emery and used to wonder if I had them too. But this time I can tell. I bet you will know if she gets them. They are like little kicks but one after another for several minutes.