37 and a Half Weeks and Counting (Obsessively)

When people ask me how far along I am I lie and say, "Oh, geez - I stopped keeping track...any day now!"

What I don't want to reveal is my obsession with knowing exactly how much time I have left until my so-called "due date," i.e., 22 more days left, meaning I'm approximately 37.5 weeks along, with .5 weeks being equivalent to 3.5 days, but .5 days doesn't really count so I like to pretend I'm a day closer.

I count Braxton Hicks contractions as well as the baby's movement to determine if things are regular or irregular - like there is some kind of biological code I just need to decipher to give me an exact measurement of when I will go into labor.

Then I do things like make lists of stuff I still need to buy but don't bother to get all in one trip just so I have one more excuse to head to the baby department/aisle of every store I visit: I count the number of diaper cloths, receiving blankets, onesies, and baby toys I have. I go over the list of things I still need - 4-4 oz. bottles, 4-8 oz. bottles, 8-10 rubber nipples, 2 dozen more sets of pre-fold diapers, 4 more cloth diaper covers...the list goes on.

Being pregnant...this pregnant...is just a bizarre time - I'm convinced the last 8 weeks of pregnancy should be a time where a woman gets to do and say anything she wants and there should be no earthly or heavenly consequences. It's only fair.

At the same time - I'm still in disbelief that pregnancy will in fact end and I will soon have my very own child in my arms. It's just too crazy to think about. I feel more like I will simply be pregnant forever and I'll eventually stop getting bigger (because it would be physically impossible for me to get any bigger.)


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4 Comments:

  1. I can't believe it's so close already.g
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  2. Congratulations! (And thanks for stopping by thepeevery.com)

    I'll tell you a little story about being obsessed with my due date. With my first, I was exactly like you, and like an obedient little girl who likes to make her mom happy, she arrived one day early. I was so happy I didn't have to wait any longer because, by then, I was ready. (That feeling didn't come until about two days earlier.)

    With my second, I was only slightly less obsessed with due date because I had an example of perfect timing with my first. My second baby dropped sooner than my first and I could barely walk my last month - it felt like she was going to fall out! Two weeks before my due date, my OBGYN said, "She's ready. She could come any minute now." THREE WEEKS LATER I had my baby. Every minute of those three weeks was torture, but especially that days after my due date. I wish my doctor had kept his damn mouth shut!
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  3. Yay! I'm excited for you. :)
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  4. @Token - yes, I know! I seems like it's been forever and yet, she'll be here so soon!

    @Peeved - argh - so frustrating! It reminds me of waiting to find out if I was pregnant in the first place. There is just this time of limbo and your mind cannot focus on ANYTHING else.

    @Rebecca - thanks!
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