The countdown has begun. In four weeks exactly I’ll be in the hospital recovering from a c-section. Monday, August 6th is the big day and as much as I pushed for it to be so late I’m starting to wonder if it was a good idea.
There’s no doubt that I want this baby to cook as long as possible. (August 6 places us at 39 weeks and a half.) There’s no doubt that we need M to heal as much as possible before I have major abdominal surgery. Two parents unable to carry the 27lb toddler would be bad. (His doctor just signed him up for four weeks of physical therapy, at the end of which he should feel better, or he’ll get another cortisone shot.) There’s no doubt that I’m really looking forward to having two weeks off work before having the baby. (Two weeks! One all by myself! Swoon…)
So what’s the issue? The issue is that I’m huge. (Well, according to the rest of the world I’m tiny, but I sure feel huge.) I’m starting to have trouble bending down. It’s starting to hurt to carry C more than a foot or two. Getting in and out of bed is torture, so’s getting off the couch. My clothes are all tight. It hurts to stand for a long time. Basically the last month of pregnancy bites and I’m in the thick of it. Oh, and it’s hot, too hot for this mama.
The countdown has begun and I sure hope the next four weeks fly by, at least as fast as the last 8 months. If not… there’s going to be a lot of whining on this blog.