Sunday, March 09, 2008

Hey Dorothy, we aren't in February anymore.

Somewhere along the way between bemoaning the overrunning cups of my bra and the shrinking in the dryer (shut up, it does too happen) underwear, I think I might have forgotten something, eventually it does end.

Brring, brring.

S: Hello?

Caller: Hey, you guys free on the 26th?

S: Of March?

Caller: No, April.

S: Sure, why?

Caller: Carter's birthday party.

Great, a party. A wonderful-didn't-have-to-watch-mournfully-out-the-window-to-be-invited party.

The 26th? My due date.

It's March. Technically we are entering the third week of March, or at least the third line on the calendar. My beautiful calendar at work still reads February. My brain and the speed at which I am preparing for this baby, still register as February.

Last night a gathering of people, some of whom I have known for years and others I am only just getting to know, was waiting for me upstairs at Davidson's. There were husbands and kids, nanas and co-workers. It was incredible to be surrounded by so many different incarnations of family.

I watched in awe, the older kids straddling between the little kid and adult world, stole glances at the ways that husbands chatted amidst the pink ribbons and frothy wrapping, smiled at heads bent over an impossibly decadent coconut confection. The clinking of glasses and sugar infused squeals throughout made me feel so blessed to be suspended in this moment between a family of four and a family of five.

This morning the clocks sprang forward and somehow with that surge, came the realization that this baby is coming. I've got a another 7 weeks. Just seven weekends. And then I'm done. This seemingly endless odyssey of expanding and aching and oh the weeping, will draw to an amazing, miraculous close.

Suddenly all those complaints seem silly. I want to savor these somersaults and tweaks, marvel at the elasticity of my body and luxuriate in the cocoon of emotions, the magic of each moment revealed through pregnant eyes. I also want to sprint. The sweeping, laundering and organizing. The shopping, strategizing and preparing. I don't know how seven weeks will be enough. After last night, I know that I have an incredible group of people ready to help me, whether it is as I weep or as I rant.

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13 comments:

slouching mom said...

Lovely.

It's so close! Seven weeks. I'll be waiting with bated breath.

Heather said...

I know what you mean. The weeks both fly and crawl.

flutter said...

I am so excited for your baby....

Lara said...

ah, but after those seven weeks end and you are no longer rejoicing in the miracle of your body and what it is doing, you will be rejoicing in a new wonder, one who is - at once - both yours and wholly her own. and you know that you will love those weeks to come just as much as these next seven.

Sarita said...

Seven weeks! Time is so strange when you are pregnant - sometimes moving so fast but often moving sooo slow. Especially those last few weeks. Although maybe this changes with second or third pregnancies? I've only done it once so far... :)

Good luck!

Rachel said...

I remember that feeling!! Oh. Good luck honey.

Amy Y said...

Wow! I can't believe it's just 7 weeks away... your pregnancy has gone so fast (for me anyway).

And yeah, the dryer DEFINITELY shrinks skivvies. Same thing happened to me just this weekend.

Kimberly said...

I remember the same thing, moreso in my 2nd pregnancy. Seven weeks - wow! Good luck.

Janet said...

Savour the kicks and punches from within. It's funny how their memory fades, making you long for another (in theory only, of course).

Can't wait to "meet" you new baby!

Life As I Know It said...

Enjoy the next seven weeks!

Lisa said...

It sounds like it was a wonderful celebration of life yesterday :)

I was just thinking last night as I lay in bed, having to pee, about being pregnant again at some point...and having to wake up in the middle of the night to pee. But then I started thinking about the lovely movement that you feel, and how you get to know and bond with the baby while they're still part of you. Amazing, really.
Enjoy these last few weeks....and read this post when you're exhaused & swollen!!!

Jenn said...

I hope you know I'm in that group; that "whatever you need" group.

Myshka said...

Oh, honey... I have loved witnessing these three pregnancies from afar. I wish i was closer so that I could quickly pop into the house and say hello and give you guys some hugs. I am in awe of you, and I hope to be an amazing and courages mum and woman like you someday (even with the weeping and ranting). Lots and lots of hugs from London xxxooo