Monday, August 29, 2005

Medieval Torture Device and the Hopeless Romantic

First, the baby shower was wonderful!!! I really feel grateful! We took pictures, Dave is going to help me get them online within the next few days and then I will tell you all about it. As for now, I have some random thoughts to share.

Ok. It is common knowledge that a woman's belly grows outward and that her hips shift outward during pregnancy. However, no one ever informed me about the medieval torture device that I would be strapped into for most of my pregnancy.... namely my ribs. You see, my uterus has been hiding as high up under my ribs as possible for most of my pregnancy. I think it's shy. It is good friends with my heart, lungs, and stomach up there. Well, as you well know, your uterus just gets bigger and bigger during pregnancy. Now, fortunately, most of this growth has been in my abdominal cavity- where it has relatively clear access to space (as exhibited by my incredibly large belly- now 14 + inches larger than when we started) . However, since my uterus likes my lungs so much, it simply chooses that space to grow in. Of course what this means is... my uterus makes the space it needs by forcing out my rib cage. It's sorta like having a vice grip perpetually pulling apart your ribs. For a while, I just thought I was sorta making it up.... until I went to buy a new bra. My ribs went from being comfortable in a 36 inch bra to uncomfortable in a 40 inch. Ouch. I have sorta a bubble where my uterus pokes out between the space that it has created between my ribs. (Quite a sensitive little spot of skin- even the pressure of shower water is too great for it.) Too make this situation even more medieval, we have the 25 lb bowling ball pulling down on the ribs at the same time. Occasionally, Ian likes to help too- trying to get some extra head room. Poor guy- I'm sure he's getting cramped in there. Needless to say, Tylenol has become a necessity. I just think it's all pretty funny.

Anyway- Speaking of medieval.... Romantics. It's amazing what a hopeless romantic I have become. I have never been much of a day dreamer, but it's really amazing what several months of having a little one wiggling around in your stomach can do to your attention span. This little one is just perpetually on my mind. I must spend, cumulatively, a couple of hours a day dreaming just thinking about or wondering about the little boy... What will he look like?, What will he be like?, Will he be as active as Dave and I were as kids? (probably), and a million other questions. We just can't wait to see him and learn what he is like. Of course, I'm no dummy. I realize that life will change completely. But in what ways? Besides no sleep, etc. (Don't answer that question- it's rhetorical.) I always just wonder and fantasize.

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