Waiting Game

Since finding out I was pregnant I had October 20^th in my head as a benchmark. It was my brother’s wedding day and I knew I couldn't have the baby before then for several reasons…

◦I was a bridesmaid and needed that dress to fit

◦I didn't want to steal any of the bride & groom’s thunder

◦My brother and I have put my poor parents through one hell of a year…with both of us getting married and the arrival of their first grandbaby, so I wanted to at least give them a little time in between

◦I didn’t want to miss my little brother getting married for anything, even getting this Nugget out of me!

Now that my brother’s wedding has come and gone it’s sort of surreal. It has been this looming date that kept approaching but also seemed like it would never come. The day has come and gone and I am still pregnant, I did what I was supposed to and now I should get to be done. 

As I have become increasingly larger, more and more uncomfortable and insanely tired I have been telling myself that these last couple of weeks were going to be all about rest and relaxation. I didn’t want to make ANY plans so that I could simply lounge around at home and wait for my baby.

Turns out, that was a HORRIBLE idea because all that does is slow down time and give me too much time to think about the following....


Start rant:

1. Making a 9 month pregnant woman work is torture. I can promise you that any woman who is still working at this point in her pregnancy does not have even an ounce of her brain on work. I try hard, but it's impossible. And sitting in my office daydreaming about going into labor makes the day drag on at a snails pace....which just makes everything worse. Not to mention sitting hurts.

2. Every pregnancy related symptom seems to reappear with a vengence at the end of pregnancy. And while I really can't complain because the preggo Gods have been very kind to me...I am so over my sore back, the constant burping, the painful heartburn, and the cramps I get if I even look at my calf.

3. Something must have been in the water, or it was a VERY eventful Valentines Day this year because I know SIX people all due within two weeks of me. Of those SIX people, FIVE of them have given birth, yes even the ones due after me! While I am over-the-moon happy for new mamas Kristy, Lauren, Lillian, Ashley & Sarah and I am happy to have my baby cooking for as long as she needs to...it gets frustrating to see woman after woman after woman after woman bring home their baby while I sit here miserable. 

Shout out to Kara who is still pregnant and crabby with me (sorry girl)! 

4. Sleep sucks. I am SO damn uncomfortable. For starters, there is not room in my bed for me, my 6'4 husband, my 23 pound puggle and this giant baby belly. I wake up a million times a night with a routine pretty much exactly like this....get comfortable, fall asleep, wake up to a full bladder, use the bathroom, lay down, realize I want to lay on my other side, spend two minutes turning over shaking the entire bed and waking Bailey & Jason in the process while getting a leg cramp, fly out of bed to walk off the leg cramp and chug some water to stay hydrated and prevent future leg cramps, lay back down, get comfortable, fall asleep, wake up to full bladder......repeat....until alarm goes off. 

5. I have known that I am pregnant for 8 months, I have known that I'm having a GIRL for 4 months, it's no longer cool to see my belly grow, my baby showers are over, the nursery is done, the only remaining milestone is giving birth...I am OVER talking about being pregnant.

6. It's been 9 months, I need a cocktail. 

End rant.


Thank you for listening, I apologize for cranky Kristin.