Not much has changed over the last week. It feels like we’re
now in a holding pattern. Everything is pretty much squared away at this point.
The nursery is done. Childcare is worked out. We have a pediatrician. Hospital
bags are packed. The car seat is installed in my car. Freezer meals are
awaiting consumption. All we need is a baby.
Of course, I’m only at 35 weeks. After all the horror
stories of going into labor 4-6 weeks early, I wanted everything to be ready
well in advance. If I hadn’t done all this prep work, I’d probably be in labor
as we speak. But since I’m ready, I will probably be one of those women,
hobbling around at 42 weeks, doing everything I can possibly think of to make
the baby pop out.
In the meantime, my ideas of what is “work appropriate”
clothing is beginning to morph. Today, for instance, I’m in a maxi-dress.
Something I never would have worn to work before being pregnant, because I
think it’s a little too casual for work. But you know what? It fits over my
belly, it’s really comfortable, it’s cool, and I just stopped caring about
twenty minutes ago what I show up to work in. Maternity pants are practically
out of the question, because I can’t stand the way the stretchy polyester belly
panel itches. At home, if I’m not in a dress, I’m wearing truly awful maternity shorts
that are too big for me and my shirts never quite meet the top of them, so
there’s always about 2-3 inches of my belly hanging out for the world to see. I’m
sure it’s really attractive.
That’s about all I know right now. Maybe in a few days,
after our next appointment, I’ll have more exciting things to say.
- Jennifer
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