Today I went to Panera and felt that uncomfortable feeling that everyone was staring at me. To the point where I went through my mental checklist of making sure no inappropriate body parts were hanging out. Boobs covered? Check. Butt under wraps? Check. Chach covered? Well I certainly hope so.
That’s when I realized they were staring because I’m that lady that waddles in with her enormous, in your face, pregnant belly. Although I HATE feeling like someone’s staring at me I have enjoyed seeing men’s reactions over the last week or so. They get so darn uncomfortable! Like if they get too close I might spontaneously go into labor. This last week at my Dr’s appt I was in the elevator with a cop, he would not take his eyes off my stomach to the point where I said to him, “Don’t worry, you won’t have to deliver it in the elevator”. He gave a nervous laugh & got off on the next floor.(Btw, in the interest of full disclosure I never wear my hair down. I was hedging my bets that I won’t be leaving the house for the next several months & got my hair done. The fact that someone else blow-dried it is the sole reason it looks decent.)
At my last Dr.’s appointment I was 1 cm dilated & 85% effaced. I know that means my cervix is thin but can you walk around for weeks being effaced without being dilated?? Which is more a sign that things are gonna happen? Chums is 36 and a half weeks so I’m feeling pretty good that things will be cooked & am getting anxious for when it might happen. Every little cramp I think, “Gasp. Could this be it?!” Only to go to bed still pregnant. And wake up, still pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I really hope the baby makes it to 38 weeks, that would really put my mind at ease that we (hopefully) won’t have the same issues that Samster had when she was born at barely 37 weeks. Too skinny, not a good eater, terrible sleeper, reflux, colic…I could go on & on. This time I want a nice fat baby.
Hmmm, I wonder when it will be….hmmm…..