So, so, so, so close

I hate being pregnant. This is no surprise to those of you have been faithful blog followers. Those of you that have been in contact with me on a regular basis probably also hope that pregnancy doesn’t inflict me again, for your sanity and mine, for a very long time.

And with only a few days to go before I reach the 37 week mark (when it is officially safe for her to come), I have not been reluctant to tell everyone and their dog how much I am looking forward to finally feeling like my body isn’t an alien boarding house.

However, yesterday, in a race to beat the water breaking time clock, my wonderful friends threw me a surprise baby shower (which was totally thoughtful and fabulous).

Upon coming home, the impending reality kinda slapped me in the face a little and I realized that despite all of the horrid things that come with pregnancy (and despite the fact that I really don’t want to be pregnant for a very, very, very long time - if ever again), there have been things that I have actually enjoyed about being pregnant (some I might even miss)… So here is my list:

- Since little miss started moving around I have loved the daily reminder that I am responsible for growing someone who was totally created out of love and will be a mish mash of me and my favourite person. This is one advantage to being the carrier of life.

- Being pregnant has (despite everything) reminded me that miracles really do happen.

- Despite being terrified that something might be wrong with our little bean when we found out she had cysts on her brain, it was nonetheless a great reminder of how lucky we really are (I was once again reminded today of how lucky we are when the following link was posted on my baby group website http://www.oprah.com/media/20081001_tows_99balloons. The clip is of a child who had Trisomy 18, which is one of the things that the cysts are a marker for.)

- I have loved indulging myself in the consumption of high quantities of chocolate just because I am pregnant .

- Being pregnant is often the best excuse for anything and everything (too emotional one day? It’s my hormones… Too tired? It’s because I’m pregnant…. Double chins? I can’t help it, I’m pregnant… want to eat/not eat something? It’s because I’m pregnant)… Pretty soon I am going to have to go back to sucking things up a little more often….

- OOO having a great excuse for not shaving my legs for days on end has been pretty much amazing to.


Of course, I quickly snapped out of it and created a list in my head of all the wonderful (selfish) things I am looking forward to:

- My body… I can’t wait to see my va-J-J again… or my feet, or for that matter to be able to bend over without making a horrid grunting noise.

- I can’t wait to be able to hug my hubby so that my bountiful bosom touches him before my belly.

- HIGH HEEL SHOES, and I am not talking kittens, I’m talking high, smooth, sleek stilletoe’s….. ooooooo.

- Control over my flatulence.

- Sleeping on my tummy!

- Skinny jeans.

- Tanning beds.

- And drumroll please……………. Wine….. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

So is it time?