34 Weeks On The Dot

Next time someone asks me to make their wedding cake for them and I'm 6 weeks shy of my due date please remind me to tell them to F*CK *FF!

I am glutton for punishment it seems. It's just that I felt that I couldn't say 'no' because I had made everyone ELSES wedding cakes and it wouldn't be fair for me to say "nope, not for you." However, I think they have some balls asking me when I'm this pregnant in the first place.

Enough about that... well maybe not.

So we're taking a 3 hour trek down to Iowa to go to this wedding with cakes in tow. I fully expect to be totally miserable - especially with the pubic bone pain I've been feeling lately. Mr. M is adament that we stop every 45 minutes to take a walk and stretch. He's worried about me, but also feels like we should be there. I know we should be there too - it's just the pain and suffering that I have to endure to make that happen that I'm not looking forward to. Well that and the fact that there won't be a decent hospital within about 30 miles of us. That's a bit unnerving, I must say.

So, how have I been feeling? Increasingly more uncomfortable. I used to wonder what they heck those ladies meant when they said they were 'uncomfortable' in their third trimester. I totally get it now. It's more of an all-over angsty kinda pain feeling. Walking hurts, sitting hurts, laying down feels ok as long as I don't try to do something drastic like roll over - YOWCH. My feet are sore at the end of the day but I got a pedicure last weekend and it was heavenly. I also went for my second pregnant brazilian and it didn't hurt NEARLY as bad. What they say is true, if you keep up the waxing the pain is nothing after the first time out. I'll probably do one more before I'm due - it's so much easier to deal with NO SHAVING.

We've gone to 2 classes in our 'Preparing for Childbirth' course we're taking. Everyone is so dead pan I'm starting to wonder what tranquilizers they are on because I have to get me some of those. Mr. M and I are constantly joking and writing notes to each other. He tries to find any possible time to bring up poop - and I am always yelling out right after the 'videos' "I WANT OUT!" Nobody gets that I'm joking or that maybe a little humor might ease their anxiety.

I'm confident I can do this whole birthing thing. I know my options, I know it will be painful, but the reward at the end is like the best thing I could ever dream and it's only a mere 24 hours or less in your WHOLE LIFE that you will feel this way. At least that's my rationalization right now, don't quote me when I'm 4 cm dilated and screaming for that epidural.

About the whole mothering thing. I don't know if I'm the first to feel this way - but I'm a little concerned about the breastfeeding thing. Not in the sense that I may not be able to do it (which is quite possible with a past breast reduction), but more so because I can't imagine it feeling "natural" to have a child sucking on my breast. For so long my breasts have been sexual in nature - to switch from that to being life giving is a bit weird for me. Mr. M thinks this is a very normal feeling for first time moms but that it will immediately disappear when it's MY child and MY child is hungry and needing me. I suppose he's right - I'm going to do a bit more thinking on it.

6 weeks left officially today. We're not really "ready" in the sense that we don't have a car seat yet, or bedding in the crib. The nursery is complete - and it's adorable. We haven't packed "THE BAG" for the hospital but Mr. M says he wants that to be his job - he's excited about doing that. Usually that means he's got something up his sleeve, can't wait to find out what it is. We see the midwife on Tuesday and then two weeks later again. After that we're on weekly appointments - I can't believe it.

Everybody cross your fingers that I don't go into labor in the middle of nowhere Iowa this weekend.