Only 6 1/2 weeks to go

March 23, 2013

I’m officially 33 1/2 weeks pregnant now. Only 6 1/2 weeks to go.

We still don’t know if Fisher is a boy or a girl, and if all goes right at my next sonogram in April, we won’t know until he/she is born.

I love it how everyone (even strangers) have an opinion about what the baby is. I’m not being sarcastic, either. I really do love to hear what everyone thinks. Most everyone that I know thinks the baby is a boy, and most strangers think it’s a girl.

I’ve had people ask me if it’s okay to touch my stomach, and the answer to that is, yes. I’ve only had a tight stomach one other time in my life (when I was pregnant with Finley), so I don’t mind the touch.

I’m starting to feel like my torso is running out of room for a baby and all of my guts. Everything is shifted around, and I’m having some bad acid reflux because of it. I’m still getting pretty decent sleep at night, but I wake up anywhere from 6-10 times to roll over.

At this point in my pregnancy with Finley, I remember feeling as though I was sleep deprived. I’d feel that way now, but this time around I know that this sleep is considered good compared to the sleep I’ll be getting in about 6 1/2 weeks. So for now, I’m still enjoying my sleep.

Finley is still doing well in her big girl bed, and we’ve been working on Fisher’s nursery a little here and there. The dogs and the cat don’t seem to realize anything is changing, which makes me sad for them again. I hate it that I can’t really prepare them for what is about to rock their world even more. Poor Lyle (the cat) has no idea that she’s about to be shut out of our bedroom yet again. Alice (the littlest of the dogs) isn’t too fond of the pregnancy pillow that I have to use because it doesn’t allow her to get quite as close to me as she’d like. But they are all just totally oblivious.

Finley still doesn’t quite grasp it. We talk about Fisher a lot, and she knows that Fisher has a room with stuff in it, but she still thinks that Fisher is in her tummy, too.

I don’t think she comprehends that a real baby will be joining us soon. And unfortunately, my heart breaks for her and the rude awakening I think she’ll have. Perhaps if we knew if this was a boy or a girl it would be easier to explain it to her, but it’s too late for that now.

Sometimes I feel like the writing in my columns is a bit all over the place, but I’ve always told myself that I’d treat this gig as more of a blog than a newspaper column. It’s easier to write it all out and talk to you like you’re all my friends that way. So perhaps this isn’t the best of my writing, but it’s what’s happening in my life right now.

And I’m committed to sharing with you guys whether my pregnancy brain is all over the place or not.

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