Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Looking back

Franklet is due in 17 days.
That is insane.
I would like to say that this time has flown by, because that's what everyone says.
And I feel like that is what I am supposed to say.
But I just can't lie.
I'm a terrible liar.
But the truth is, it has crept along, and I feel like I have been pregnant for the past 20 years.
I remember taking this photo and thinking....oh my gosh, my belly is getting BIG...
Note the slight curvature around the middle...apparently that's what I thought was 'big'
And then a few weeks ago, we took this photo.
Okay, now there's some curvature
That first picture does not feel like yesterday. It feels like the aforementioned 20 years ago.
So, when people ask if "I'm ready"? I respond, YES. Ready as I will ever be.
Ready to hold this little girl in my arms instead of my belly.
Ready to hug and kiss her.
Ready to see what she looks like (I look nothing like the rest of my family).
Ready for sleepless nights, bags under our eyes, mountains of diapers and spit-up all over our clothes.
Ready to see Stanley and Punky's reaction to their new little sister.

Ready as we'll ever be.

Now, I was thinking back and wondering if there are things about this that I will miss, or...not miss. I thought I'd share a few.

I will miss...
  • Eating ice cream and not feeling guilty about it. Calcium is good for the baby.
  • People holding doors for me, offering up chairs, and constantly asking if I need anything. A girl could get used to that.
  • Nice comments from coworkers, particularly on days when I'm certainly not feeling my best, that just say, "You are adorable", or "You look great today". Thank you coworkers. 
  • Husband bringing me things while I sit on the couch. Particularly when I make requests like, "Can you please bring Stanley to me. And a cookie."
  • Stanley's obsession with my belly. As time goes on, his love of my belly continues. I don't know what I'll do without my little suction cup dog anymore! Perhaps he will continue to stay glued to me, but I'm thinking he will become glued to his sister instead. 
  • The ease of getting ready in the morning when you only have a very limited supply of clothing. Makes the decision making process very easy!
  • Feeling my baby girl move all day long. She doesn't seem to sleep. It's clear she is already a clone of her mother. 
I will not miss...
  • Random strangers touching my belly. ALL. THE. TIME.   Today, at a lunch meeting, two men that I didn't know very well both walked up and touched my belly. That's strange. Friends and family, go ahead and touch, but people whose names I don't know...please stay away. I don't touch your belly.
  • Comments from people like, "You look like you're going to POP!" or "You're like Jessica Simpson, I feel like you've been pregnant forever" or "Your belly looks way too small to be XYZ months along". None of those aforementioned comments are helpful.  Just tell the person how amazing they look. Even if they look terrible. It doesn't matter. Lie. 
  • Swollen hands and feet that look more like paws than hands. 
  • Sciatica. It's awful. They say it goes away when the baby is born. It better. There's nothing like waking up in the middle of the night because you have to pee, and then literally falling to the floor because your leg is numb. Fun times.
  • Feeling helpless. A lot of people love to have things done for them, not me. I really like to do things on my own. I hate asking for help. I hate saying I can't do something. So, it's incredibly frustrating for me to ask for help, but it has also probably been a good lesson. Sometimes, it's okay for Jeremy to do the laundry or take the heavy pan out of the drawer or make dinner. He's always happy to do these things when I ask. I guess this was a good primer on how to ask for help.
  • Sleeping on my side. It sucks. I don't know why people choose to do it. 
  • Watching the scale go up and up and up. I have been very fortunate to stay in the very healthy range of what you are supposed to gain during pregnancy. However, it is scary nonetheless. As someone who has struggled with her weight her entire life, it is incredibly frightening to see the scale move in that direction. And attempt to be happy about it.
 We are ready. Ready as we'll ever be.


Betsy the Baker said...

So good to see you this weekend! Also, love this post...especially the "strangers touching me" part. If it makes you feel any better, a stranger once came up to me and poked my belly button. I felt like I needed to soak in a hydrogen peroxide bath.

I wish you the best of luck for the next two weeks and look forward to seeing photos of the new baby (and maybe even meeting her).

Kara Frank said...

Thank you Betsy! So good to see you too! Let's try to get together after the baby arrives.

And yea...that would require some serious sanitizing. People are so strange.