The baby shower was very nice, and I, or should I say, the baby, got such cute things. I wish that my clothes were half as cute (particularly these days when my clothes are anything BUT cute, comprising kangaroo-pouch skirts and pants, and extra-wide tops with extra-long waists). Dresses, pajamas, tights, onesies, and socks, all in shades of pink, rose, white, lavender, and peach. She even got a pink shearling hat. I can't wait for her to get here so that I can start dressing her!!
With the end of the pregnancy approaching, pregnancy brain is also manifesting itself in another way. When I was pregnant with Spencer, I was conscious at the very end of the pregnancy that my focus was turning inwards to the exclusion of the world outside of me -- my husband, my job, etc. It makes sense, really, when you think about the significance of the responsibilities looming in front of a woman during those last few weeks -- not just labor, but also parenthood -- and my completely unscientific theory is that a woman's focus naturally starts turning inward to prepare for these events.
As I start the last month of my pregnancy, I have been aware to a certain degree that I have already started to lose my focus on the outside world, but I wasn't aware how much until one night this weekend. I was already in bed going to sleep when DH Andrew came to bed at about 9:30 to read before going to sleep. He leaned over, kissed me, and then asked "Is she moving at all these days?"
Well, yeah -- all the time. I gather that babies are supposed to move less in the last few weeks of pregnancy, due to the simple fact that they plain run out of space, but that sure hasn't been the case with our daughter -- she's moving as often and energetically as ever. My stomach at times looks like it's possessed. So as soon as Andrew asked that, I felt so guilty -- here I am focusing inward to the extent that I'm no longer even involving my husband in the pregnancy and keeping him apprised of his daughter's activities! So I'm trying to change this.
We had our monthly doctor's visit this week. I was hoping the hope of all foolish pregnant women who are growing tired of being pregnant, namely that the doctor would say "Oh, my goodness! You're three centimeters dilated! Go to the hospital immediately!"
(I can hear all of you laughing.)
None of you will be surprised to learn that the doctor didn't say any of these things. She did say that everything looks fine, which is the most important thing. I've gained about 25 pounds thus far, and the baby weighs roughly a bit more than 5-1/2 pounds. The doctor also doesn't anticipate that the baby will be making an early arrival. In fact, she doesn't want to see me for three weeks, which is only a bit more than a week before my due date! I was rather disappointed. But we'll just have to hang in there for a bit longer.
While these last few weeks of the pregnancy are starting to drag out and get a bit tiresome, I'm in general wondering these days where in the heck the past eight months have gone. It doesn't seem so long ago that I was crying when I got my period and wondering when Andrew and I would have the second child that we both wanted so much. Now this child -- our daughter and Spencer's sister -- will soon be here, and I'm scratching my head a bit as to where the time has gone. If the baby arrives before, on, or even a few days after her due date, she'll be here next month at this time!