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Pregnancy Countdown

One Last Day.

by Amber on April 2, 2009

After 39 weeks and five days, I’ve finally reached the end of this particular journey. Tomorrow, my daughter will be born and it’ll be time to start the next adventure. My mood? Highly changeable, to say the least.

I’m excited, of course. I can’t wait to finally meet this little person that we’ve created. To count her fingers and her toes. Analyze her features and try to decide who she looks most like. And maybe, just maybe, finally pick a name for her (her grandma sure would appreciate it if we did).

But, unexpectedly, I’m also a little sad. I think I’m going to miss having her all to myself. I wonder if my belly will feel strangely empty without her squirming around in there all the time…

And then it’s back to excited, for completely selfish reasons. I know I’m headed for a period of Extreme Sleep Deprivation, but when I do get some shut eye, I can sleep on my back! Or my stomach! Or hanging upside down from the ceiling, if I want!

And I’ll be able to see my toes!

And tie my shoes!

And maybe, just maybe, put on something slightly more fitted than a circus tent by the end of the summer!

All happy things. But lordy, am I nervous about the actual procedure. No matter how many people tell me that getting a C-section is the easy peasy way to have a baby, the whole surgery thing freaks me out just a little bit. And honestly? It feels like I’m cheating. Skipping out on the hard part.

But I’m sure I’ll get over that. Because, people? By this time tomorrow, I’M GOING TO BE A MOMMY. For reals. Let’s all stop and appreciate the perfect insanity of that statement (it’ll give me time to quit hyperventilating).

I think it’s time to retreat to my happy place now. The one filled with cute high-heeled shoes, chilled white wine and bloody steak.

Ahhhh, that’s better.

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The Final Countdown.

by Amber on March 30, 2009

I don’t remember who sings it, but “The Final Countdown” is indeed looping in my head, over and over and over and over again. Why? Well, besides being 39 weeks pregnant, I’ve got the C-section scheduled, which means that unless she decides to make an early appearance, Baby Girl Page will arrive on Friday, April 3, sometime between 9 and 10 in the morning.

And I’d just like to pause for a minute to tell you how weird that feels. Not just that I am going to be a mom in less than five days, but that I was able to pick her birthday. Literally fit her arrival into a time slot that’s convenient for me.

Here’s how it worked. I met with the doctor again, who after telling me all the gory details about how much blood I’d lose (about 1.5 liters, for those of you who are too curious for your own good), what the increased risks were (surprise! death again), and how much recovery sucks (badly, but then, so does having a baby come out the regular way), said, “alrighty then, just go talk to the scheduler on the way out, and we’ll get this baby out of you!”

So I did.

And after poking around on her computer for a while, she informed me that I could have my baby on Tuesday or Friday, which sounded better?

Uhhhh, I dunno. That’s not a decision I expected to have to make.

But then the practical side of my personality kicked in and informed me that Friday would be more convenient for my husband, give me more time to clear my schedule at work, etc, etc. So Friday it is.

Which means she still doesn’t have a name, but she has a birthday.

It’s a strange world we live in, isn’t it?

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One Month To Go.

March 5, 2009

Yesterday marked the beginning of the one-month countdown to baby delivery time. That should seem pretty scary. And honestly, sometimes the thought, “Holy crap, I’m going to have a baby in less than a month,” crosses my mind, and my body’s flight or fight instinct takes over. My heart pounds. My brain bleats in panic. [...]

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My stomach is alive and other random notes.

February 22, 2009

A couple of mornings ago, I was sitting at my computer, typing away, when I looked down and saw the strangest thing—my stomach was twitching from side to side, all on its own.  It looked like some weird special effect from a sci fi movie or something. I almost expected a little green alien to [...]

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In the Home Stretch…But Not Close Enough.

January 21, 2009

According to my super high tech calculations (even copywriters can count days on the calendar), I have exactly 74 days left until the timer pops out and I’m officially done. And that, were I to be feeling rational, would be a scarily small number. But today? I’m not feeling at all rational. Nope, right now, [...]

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