This past weekend I hit the magical 37-week mark of pregnancy (full term!) and my husband and I cleaned out our minivan. He vacuumed and rearranged the car seats; I cleaned the van’s interior with – what else? – baby wipes.
I also laundered various baby gear, cleaned out my boys’ closet, and starting shifting the toddler’s belongings from his room to his big brothers’. (Kiddo’s getting promoted – a.k.a. demoted – to the rank of “roommate” here in the next week or so. Poor thing.)
I haven’t yet started washing baby clothes, but I am very proud of myself for having pulled out an overflowing bin’s worth of gender neutral-ish clothing from my (much too large) stash of boy stuff.
All that is to say, between the 37 weeks and the weekend’s accomplishments and the fact that (according to last week’s sono) baby girl likely weighs about 8-and-a-half pounds already, by the end of the weekend I was officially Ready For This Child To Be Born.
But then Monday happened.
Monday happened, and though it contained nothing but normal, low-level mishaps, it left me wondering (not for the first time) how I could possibly think I’m fit to handle four children under the age of six. Here’s a sampling of that evening’s Facebook activity:
It’s 5:27 on a Monday evening. At this hour, responsible stay-at-home mommies up and down the east coast are diligently preparing healthy dinners for their families. But me? I’m upstairs hiding from my boys, eating a chocolate doughnut.
My second chocolate doughnut.
However, today was the day of pink eye, pacifiers dropped on exam room floors, toddlers sucking on public chairs and sticking their hands in public (urine-filled) toilets, little napping, excessive screaming, and cackles from the child to whom I’d just said, “You gave Mommy a hard time today, didn’t you?”
So hide I shall.
Update: I returned from hiding just in time to catch Today’s Offending Party removing his poopy diaper. And then putting on a fireman’s helmet to (happily) dance around stark naked.
Today is begging to be mommy-blogged.
Last week, I was all set to update you fine folks on the health situations I mentioned on New Year’s Eve.
“Though I sit here with a raw nose, watery eyes, and a throat dry from open-mouthed breathing,” I was going to say, “I didn’t want to wait too long to tell you kind souls that things are looking up for our family, health-wise. (Mostly. Because in a household of six people, what would cold and flu season be if somebody weren’t sick at any given moment?)”
But then last week happened, and this one too. And I’m no longer feeling perkily overconfident that we’ll all soon be healthy. Our stupid, nasty cold is hanging on for dear life. Child #1 now has an ear infection; child #2 has an eye infection (and has developed an allergy to the antibiotic prescribed to address it). Child #3 and myself are still congested, sneezing, snotty messes. Brennan has somehow (thank goodness!) escaped the so-called “cold,” but his mother has just succumbed to it.
As much as my sore body wants (Not So) Little Miss Baby Girl to arrive as soon as possible, my good sense really, really wants us to be healthy when she makes her appearance. So I’m feeling a little more down now than I was when I drafted my “things are looking up for our family, health-wise” post.
Still, on one very important count, things are indeed looking up: Brennan seems to be firmly on the upswing. Though he’s still somewhat fatigued, his numbness and weakness are fading. (What a relief!) He’s still experiencing some of the negative effects of the spinal tap – occasional headaches, feeling like his brain is bruised – but he’s not bogged down by them like he was that first week. Every day seems to be getting better, slowly but surely.
Honestly, it’s been like I’m looking at a different (happier, much more comfortable) person from the end of December. The boys and I are so glad to have Brennan “back.”
As for me (insofar as the pregnancy is concerned), Baby Girl and I are coming along fine. I’m still experiencing occasional episodes in which I feel faint and I’m contracting (what feels like) pretty much all the time – but I’m fine. Everything is checking out as it should. And unless I go into labor by myself before then (ha! unlikely!), it looks like we’ll be scheduling an induction for sometime around the 24th.
Which is about ten days away.
So… I suppose Brennan and I ought to wrap up some loose ends so we can plant ourselves firmly in the “ready” camp, hm? (That, and we need to get our family healthy.)
Last but not least: Thank you so much to all who have been praying for us and otherwise offering support. I find your kindnesses at once uplifting and humbling. Thank you, thank you.
6 thoughts on “Ready, Not Ready”
You write so beautifully! These last days of pregnancy are so hard. It’s not like, holding your new baby girl will automatically make all things better. Yet take a moment to fastforward to this summer when you get to take little girl pictures by your beautiful flower garden, and then fastforward to picking out a First Communion Veil. The present day suck is highly worth it in the end. One hour at a time!
Love your blog. I’m now a follower.
I know how hard these last few weeks are, but you hit the nail on the head about preferring to wait to meet baby girl until you’re all healthy. Praying for speedy recoveries for everyone. SO glad to hear hubby is feeling better! Also: no shame in concealed donut-eating. NONE.
So glad to hear Brennan is feeling better. I hope your whole family is in better health soon! Prayers for you during these last days of pregnancy.
Oh, I know how much you want to meet her, and I bet you’d be glad to no longer be pregnant!…but you’re right. Healthy is the best way to be when you welcome her. I’m praying all of you are back to normal very soon. Thank you for the good update on Brennan! I have been praying for him!
I have loved following your story the last few months! As you are just a few weeks ahead of me with gestating this little one, it’s helped me to anticipate what will be coming and how experienced moms deal with all the crazy that surrounds it. I’m glad your family is in recovery mode with the sickness by now, and hope baby girl holds out until the blizzard passes safely! We are 36 weeks tomorrow and spent the last weekend doing all that you described – moving furniture to make room for baby, stocking up on gender neutral clothes, and installing the necessities. The tech predicted (at least) an 8.5 pounder at our 33 week ultrasound so, I too, am hoping for an early arrival (but after Feb. 1st please!). Here’s to hoping we both have safe and smooth deliveries when the time is right. 🙂