You know you’ve reached the end of pregnancy when…
You want to do all the projects.
You can only do so much on all the projects because you’re 64758590134 months pregnant. Or, as I more plainly put it, I still have an eternity to go. Possibly two!
You have a complete melt down because you know you are capable of handling all the projects, but being 64758590134 months pregnant suddenly leaves you incapable to, let’s say, start the lawn mower.
(Yes folks, inabilities to start lawn mowers is infact a real tear jerker!)
You still have all the projects waiting to be completed at the end of most days because you are still 64758590134 months pregnant.
You’re a stubborn cuss. Determined to just make stuff happen like you weren’t 64758590134 months pregnant with two eternities to go.
And, you lose all patience with people. And, you’re ravenous but sick of food because you’ve been on such a simple diet for 64758590134 months. And, you toss and turn all night as your hips grind and slide in n’ out.
And, and, and…. Really?
It’s all just petty complaints in a reality of the most beautiful thing. Have you ever heard the saying that says “women are the most like God in their life giving abilities”? Isn’t that awesome?
So, yes I have been pregnant for the same amount of hours, days, weeks, months alot of women are. And, yes, I experience similar discomforts and agitations and breakdowns. But, I know as soon as I am holding this precious gift, all of my whining will be a vague memory.
Today, I had my second to the last high risk doctor appointment. All the staff, the doctor, and the midwife congratulated me on a job well done on a 7th Type 1 Diabetic pregnancy with zero complications and maintaining an excellent A1c (average glucose readings). It didn’t come so easy for me this time, diabetes-wise, but I pulled through just the same, no worse for the wear, and get to meet this little-big human one week from today.
Please keep the baby and me in your prayers as we prepare for another C-section. And, please pray for the doctor and hospital staff that they have a steady hand and all goes as smooth as possible.
And, if/when you’re 64785890134 months pregnant, remember you will soon forget how many months it took, and that it most likely takes as long as it does because you need to be damn determined to push that bundle of joy into this world!
And, for heaven’s sake, don’t try to start a lawn mower unless all your other “let it go” attempts at a good cry have failed you. ;)
Edited to add: Please also remember my friends, Anna, Terese, and Theresa in your prayers. As I make light about being tired and grumpy, these ladies have all lost their babies in the past few weeks. What a tragedy to only hold your tiny child for a few hours, or few days, but what a blessing for that opportunity to kiss a tiny saint. How their arms and hearts must ache.
Jesus be their comfort. Amen. St. Jack, pray for us. St. Monica Jane, pray for us. St. Baby Burud, pray for us.