According to my 2 prenatal phone apps, I've only got 112 days left before I get to finally see Zola in person.
My breasts, back and hips are hurting more and more every day but I like it. I know I only feel this way becasue I'm growing life. That's a privilage, not a pain. I don't complain much, aside from my new-developed waddle. I'd like to think I'm pretty tolerant.
If you're a new mommy, I wouldn't suggest installing a pregnancy app. I don't even know why I installed it. It's telling me I should feel Zola moving now but I've felt her since month 4. It says her ears are working now but Malcolm and I have been talking to her since we felt her moving back in Feb. and she loves when he sings her name. The app is helpful to the extent of calming my anxiety to be able to see a countdown. Even though I know what to expect, it's a little relaxing to see what someone else is thinking I should expect. Sometimes I get a good laugh. Like today's update on my belly:
Funny because I forgot I had those about a month ago, not yesterday. But whatever. Here's what they say my body should be doing:
Maybe I'm too critical and literal but all of these symptoms have already flourished months and months ago and in extreme conditions, which is why I get anxious and nervous that I'm having twins. I have chin hairs that were creepy at first but now I get excited to pluck them when they pay me a visit every week. I never had to shave my legs but now, I see why some women find it as a neccessary 30 minutes out of their week, I guess. I don't have the patience for it but while my hairs are rapidly sprouting, I'll entertain a little vanity. My arm pits, fuck that. I'd much rather wear sleeves to cover that. Who said pregnancy was a beauty pageant anyway? If I'm not bothered, then I'm not bothering to fix it. I've been slowly reaching some peace of mind with the realization that how ever many babies are inside of my belly, they're all coming out one way or another. What's the use in worrying how many are floating around in there? I'll have some back-up names just in case but, I have to be honest, I've never been this anxious to give birth. The last 2 times were like waiting for my walk down the green mile and having my last meal. This one? I want to hurry up and get it over with and jump into being a new mommy.
Speaking of being a new mommy, my memory is horrible. It's always been shaky, but now it's a little weaker than it used to be. I want to have a baby shower and I have my sister who is waiting on me to say when where and who's coming. I have who's coming, I just dont remember to tell her. That frustrates me every night when I look at my nightstand and see my list just sitting there annoyed with me, looking at me, with it's irritated eyes that don't really exist of course.
I need to do that. Tonight.
My breasts, back and hips are hurting more and more every day but I like it. I know I only feel this way becasue I'm growing life. That's a privilage, not a pain. I don't complain much, aside from my new-developed waddle. I'd like to think I'm pretty tolerant.
If you're a new mommy, I wouldn't suggest installing a pregnancy app. I don't even know why I installed it. It's telling me I should feel Zola moving now but I've felt her since month 4. It says her ears are working now but Malcolm and I have been talking to her since we felt her moving back in Feb. and she loves when he sings her name. The app is helpful to the extent of calming my anxiety to be able to see a countdown. Even though I know what to expect, it's a little relaxing to see what someone else is thinking I should expect. Sometimes I get a good laugh. Like today's update on my belly:
"At about this time, the reality of having a baby is definitely setting in (maybe it's the fact that you can't see your toes)."
Funny because I forgot I had those about a month ago, not yesterday. But whatever. Here's what they say my body should be doing:
"Hair growth during pregnancy is another one of those wacky symptoms you didn't expect...You may start to notice a random hair (or 47) anywhere from your cheeks, back, and belly to your upper lip and chin... "
Maybe I'm too critical and literal but all of these symptoms have already flourished months and months ago and in extreme conditions, which is why I get anxious and nervous that I'm having twins. I have chin hairs that were creepy at first but now I get excited to pluck them when they pay me a visit every week. I never had to shave my legs but now, I see why some women find it as a neccessary 30 minutes out of their week, I guess. I don't have the patience for it but while my hairs are rapidly sprouting, I'll entertain a little vanity. My arm pits, fuck that. I'd much rather wear sleeves to cover that. Who said pregnancy was a beauty pageant anyway? If I'm not bothered, then I'm not bothering to fix it. I've been slowly reaching some peace of mind with the realization that how ever many babies are inside of my belly, they're all coming out one way or another. What's the use in worrying how many are floating around in there? I'll have some back-up names just in case but, I have to be honest, I've never been this anxious to give birth. The last 2 times were like waiting for my walk down the green mile and having my last meal. This one? I want to hurry up and get it over with and jump into being a new mommy.
Speaking of being a new mommy, my memory is horrible. It's always been shaky, but now it's a little weaker than it used to be. I want to have a baby shower and I have my sister who is waiting on me to say when where and who's coming. I have who's coming, I just dont remember to tell her. That frustrates me every night when I look at my nightstand and see my list just sitting there annoyed with me, looking at me, with it's irritated eyes that don't really exist of course.
I need to do that. Tonight.
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