Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Tic Toc.

The fear or labor and delivery is starting to sink in and not in a exciting and accepting sort of way. More of a scared shitless. Only about 3 months to go and I'm starting to freak out a little. My biggest concern is not having a C- Section. I refuse. Well unless of course it's absolutely needed.
But I'm really crossing my fingers that it won't be. I would like to do this au natural.
On a brighter note, his kicks only get more and more intense. I love feeling him. When he starts kicking if I put my hand wherever it is he's kicking I can feel him. It's like someone is knocking from the inside. Very cool.
My belly is also huge. I didn't think it would get this round and big so quickly. When I look down I can't see anything but a big ole' belly. How am I supposed to take care of my lady bits!?
Ridiculous I tell you. I've felt wonderful for the past few weeks but I have a bad feeling it's coming to an end all too soon. I'm already starting to feel a little nausea again and my feet are starting to look all swollen but that's not even the worst part. Every night I wake up a million and one times with crazy cramping and pain in my legs. I constantly have to switch sides. It's ridiculous and it hurts.
I also salivate at the thought of being able to sleep on my tummy again comfortably.
I feel like when Nikolas gets here I'm going to have such a rude wake up call. I sleep 12-13 hours every single day and then I nap 2-3 hours. Is that even remotely healthy?
I've also been told by my husband and mother that when I walk I look like a waddling penguin. Who wants to look like waddling penguin? Not me but apparently the more I try to fix it the more ridiculous I look so I guess it's just one of those like pregnancy quirks.
I realize this post is a little all over the place but it's only because I'm writing whatever comes to mind as I wait for my dear husband to get home from work.
Which happens to be at around 2:30 AM. All thanks to his new lovely work schedule.
Anywho, I think I've reached a max on rambling thoughts so until next time, (which will probably be after Christmas/New Years).

101 more days until I get to hold my sweet, sweet baby. I cannot possibly express how much I can't wait for that moment. It's hard to wrap my head around that I'm a mommy. But it's a wonderful thought.

Ciao!