Did you know it is possible to cry multiple times a day for two weeks in a row? I can assure you, it is. It’s also absurd. ABSURD.
Two weeks ago I had my girls trip. I cried because they threw me a “mama shower” and I was overwhelmed by how much love and thought went into it. I drove my best friend to the airport and started crying in the middle of a philosophical conversation about lord knows what. I told her she was my Cristina Yang and if anything happened to her I would be inconsolable.
I read Alexander Hamilton’s bio (which, if you haven’t, you should. It is a little tiresome towards the end (the good part!) because it is drawn out (the man did a lot of things!). His story is extraordinary. I had no knowledge of the depth of issues our country faced during the Revolution War and how our government was formed. My memory from History class,was pretty much all of our founding fathers were great! Everyone got along! Politics were different then! Spoiler Alert: They weren’t and Thomas Jefferson was kind of an asshole). So, I read his bio, and even though I’ve been listening to the Broadway soundtrack nonstop for months, I finally GOT IT. And I am just gutted over this man. I think he might be my favorite American historical figure of all time. Ever. In the history of time. So, if anyone wants to fly me to NY and get me tickets to Hamilton so I can gush in real life–I am not opposed.
One of my dearest internet friends who decided to adopt, got her baby in like literally, two days. Fastest adoption on record. We had a Twitter virtual baby shower and raised $1200. More crying.
I found a CD I SWORE I saw Hatteras destroy when I lived in Little Rock. I have no idea how this was missing for 11 years and I just now found it. But I found it and the ride to work this morning involved way too many tears.
Two of my dearest friends lost/are losing their dogs. One is my Cristina Yang friend (whom I lived with her and the dog for two years) and the other is going through the motions right now. She’s planning on doing a “last day” dog photo shoot, and I just have all the emotions because BOTH of these dogs are the same age as Hatteras. I feel guilty because Hatteras is wonderful and overlooked as a result of Anna/pregnancy/crazy D. I just want to love him and never let him go. So more tears.
And finally, an internet friend had a terrible miscarriage and I won’t go into the details because that’s her story, but I’m just gutted. I have too many feelings and I don’t know what I am supposed to do with all of them.
When do I balance out again? August? September? Never?
In other news, it dawned on me today that if this baby is like Anna, it’s quite possible I will have a baby in 4-5 weeks. Instead of the eight weeks the calendar is predicting. Which 1) would be great because if I haven’t mentioned, I’m slightly over being pregnant and 2) I have a bunch of family visiting in June and it would be delightful if they could all meet the baby.
As a result of this realization, guess who’s nesting? Packed so many boxes this week, purged so much CRAP, and did a load of baby laundry last night. I found the pacifiers and some new born clothes and 1,890 blankets (Why was I obsessed with saving these?).
But for the record. This baby can stay in there for a few more weeks. At least five. I’ll even give it six more weeks. Just grow a bit more. We don’t need a preemie but we also don’t need anyone late for the party. Fashionably late is NEVER in style.
How Far Along: 32 Weeks
Size of Baby: Loaf of Bread. Weighs about 3.5 lbs. So, only 3-5 more lbs to go baby. Then it’s go time.
Movement: I’m at the point where in the next few weeks I have to pay attention (like I could ignore this) to make sure the baby is kicking at least 10 times in an hour. Hey doc? I can assure you it is.
Status of my Belly: I can no longer bend over. I have to squat. I had to sit down in the aisle at CVS today to compare an item because I couldn’t bend over to pick it up so sitting was just easier.
Doctor’s Appointments: I have an ultrasound next Friday to make sure my placenta has moved to it’s correct position (i.e. the top of my uterus). I had to take my STD tests last Friday (Phil has not been cheating on me), and I have to get my DTAP. ALERT: Parents and grandparents if you plan on being here in June/July/August, please go get an up to date DTAP. Thanks!
The end is so close. I can taste it.