And it can't go fast enough.
I am 36 weeks now. And my belly is so large and low that I am struggling to not show off my midriff.
I had an appointment last week, and Baby hadn't dropped yet. I once again received the comment that Baby was "not going to be a little runt." I get it... he's big. I feel it too.
Also, at that appointment, I confessed something to my doctor I didn't think I ever would actually tell him...
Let me back up and tell you that his daughter is a friend of mine. And she and I were discussing labor about a week before my appointment. I told her of a feeling I remembered quite clearly, and asked her a question related to it... to which she replied I needed to ask her dad (of which I had no intention of doing).
Fast forward to my appointment, and my doctor says to me: "I was told you had a question for me."
I turned beet-red and laughed out loud. I think I shocked him, and I realized I wasn't getting off the hook now!
So, I told him what I remembered most from delivery was when I was pushing and he (my doctor) had given me my episiotomy (no, I did not have an epidural or cervical block) and he was using his hands to help deliver Aaron and all I wanted to do was kick Doc in the face! And then I asked him, "So, my question was, 'Have you ever been injured by a flailing woman??'"
Thankfully, he has a great sense of humor and he laughed and responded, "Nope, but I suppose it's come close!"
I've been keeping extremely busy this October so far, in my insomnia-induced stupor. I've had at least one photoshoot nearly every weekend, and have two more coming up yet. Plus, Aaron has been wanting a LOT of attention (and I want so badly to give it to him), but my patience is wearing thin as my exhaustion grows.
We've been strictly enforcing nap/quiet time- as this mama needs a nap too!
It's also Harvest time. And Aaron LOVES the tractor and combine. Last weekend, he asked all day when we could go ride with Daddy again. And it's a tragedy when it's time for us to get out. I know he'll love learning the ropes some day. He is his father's son, after all.
