Two weeks ago, I was carrying Charlie around, going up and down our stairs like it was nothing, and finding as many activities for us to do out of the house as I possibly could.
Tonight, I put sheets on my toddler’s bed and felt like I had just run a marathon.
I’ve been having about 12 small panic attacks a day, all caused by the realization that my wedding ring was not on my finger. You see, size 4 ½ rings don’t fit too well on constantly-expanding finger-sausages.
I almost can’t see my ankle bones anymore. They look like two very tiny hills surrounded by a sea of puffy pale skin. My stomach itches, looks like a road map, and is forcing me to scoot my driver’s seat far enough back that I can barely reach the gas pedal.
Seriously, it’s time for this baby to come out. Do you hear me, tiny person? Give a mommy a break and get on out here! As of right now, my contractions are lasting about 15 seconds and are around four or five days apart. Do you think that’s close enough together for Labor and Delivery to accept me?
Sigh. A girl can dream, right?
I’m fully aware that a few more days of pregnancy is not that big of a deal. I know that all of this discomfort will be totally worth it, and that sometime very soon I’m going to be snuggling a tiny little burrito baby after swaddling it up in a cute receiving blanket.
I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this is simply a tiny blip on the radar… but right at this moment, the fact that I am anything but a tiny blip is making me pretty impatient. I could go on and on all day long about how uncomfortable I am, but the bottom line is that our world is about to explode with more love than we ever thought we were capable of feeling. That sounds super-cheesy, but it’s the best way I can express it. We had no idea how much we’d love Charlie, and now we can’t even wrap our minds around feeling that much love for another little person. I think I can handle being uncomfortable for that kind of payoff.
I’m hoping that by the time I blog again, I’ll get to introduce you guys to our new little Bonk. It could be a very interesting weekend, and we’d appreciate any good vibes, prayers, and positive ju-ju you guys are willing to put out. Thanks!
Lauren Bonk is an Omaha mom who is married with a son and another child (soon!) on the way. Read her Fridays on Fruita Moms.