Two Months To Go

Okay so the official "2 months to go" mark is actually tomorrow, but it's 10:05 pm so it's close enough.

I can distinctly remember walking down 170th Avenue by my house one day last Spring and calculating how long it was until my due date.  I realized it was May 22nd and that I had exactly 6 months to go.  Now it's almost exactly 4 months later.  I can hardly believe that amount of time has gone by.. and yet it actually feels longer sometimes.  Time is a really funny thing.

Another funny thing... I made it to 7 months pregnant before really feeling the need to buy any maternity clothes.  For the longest time I swore I would never buy any.  Just didn't see the point as pregnancy is an incredibly temporary condition (although it may not seem that way at times!) and I thought maternity clothes would be a waste of money.  Well, yesterday I was at the mall shopping for Corky's mom's birthday present, and I tried on a pair of maternity jeans.  I had NO IDEA how much I missed wearing "regular pants" until I tried on a pair!  Lol.  My dad, who was with me at the time, bought them for me.  (Yes, I go shopping with my dad.)  Anyway, I've been happily wearing my jeans all day today and I love them.  So that's a good thing.  Pants shopping was actually the least traumatic it's been in years!  Pregnancy sure changes expectations.

Today, Corky and I attended a veeeerrryyyyy lllooooonnnnggggg prenatal class.  It was called "Breastfeeding & Newborn Care Comprehensive Workshop" and it was 7 1/2 hours long!  It was a long day, but the material was actually pretty interesting.  The only part I didn't like was when we watched a 10 minute video about breastfeeding, which had no words and consisted of close-up shots of babies latching onto nipples.  I'm not grossed out by breastfeeding.. I just don't particularly care to see a ton of random women's nipples up close like that.  I've been experiencing a little 3rd trimester nausea, so I'm just a little more easily grossed out by stuff than usual.  I'll blame it on that. :D

One funny thing: apparently I have an incredibly active fetus!  There were about 15 couples there, and we're all sitting calmly and quietly.............except for me.  I was wincing and cringing every few seconds for most of it because I was being kicked, punched, headbutted and rolled-upon.  Mara hates when I sit still for too long!  After about the 4 hour mark I started getting crazy Braxton Hicks contractions -- my cue to stand up and get moving.  After the dinner break, I didn't sit down.  I stood in the back and swayed back and forth to put Mara to sleep in my belly so that my poor organs, ribs and hip bones could get a break from her tapdancing feet, jabs and uppercuts and headbutting. Her other favorite pastime is sitting on my bladder - something she did a great deal of today.  Love that little girl. :)

But 2 months.. okay.. I can make it for 2 more months.  I've made it for 7 already (although I only knew about the pregnancy for 5 1/2 of those 7, but still!) so 2 more is definitely doable.  The time is still passing pretty quick.  Feels like I blinked and it was halfway through September!  Those dark days of April and May are still so vivid in my mind, sometimes I expect to wake up and find that the last 4-5 months have been a dream and it's still Spring.  Like some kind of awful Groundhog's Day scenario.

Actually I'm more scared now after completing the workshop today than I was before.  Swaddling, diaper changing, burping, bathing... I remember all that stuff from when my sister was a newborn (she's much younger than me so I was present for all of that.)  It's the breastfeeding, hormonal rollercoaster, potential postpartum depression stuff that I'm scared of.  Both my sister and I being adopted, I never got to witness any of that.  I've already been largely flying by the seat of my (awesome new denim) pants with this whole pregnancy thing, because honestly I've never really been around a pregnant person in my life, and I've been doing fine.  But this upcoming stuff scares me.  I've got plenty of support so I know I'll be fine... but it's still scary.

Anyway.. sorry for rambling.  I'll quit now. LOL! 

I hope you had a fabulous weekend. xoxox