It's Monday morning and I'm at home in my pajamas, at my desk. I'm feeling tired and low-energy this morning. I didn't sleep well, waking often to turn over and getting up frequently to shuffle to the bathroom. I'm not a fan of being 39 weeks pregnant. There was a loud thunderstorm around 4AM and I lay awake under the sheets, wondering, waiting.

I'm definitely in the home stretch at least. Even if I go a full two weeks over term then I'll still have this baby in less than three weeks. That's something, right?

I know I'm complaining a lot but the main problem is that I'm having an incredible amount of pelvic pressure these days, making it difficult to walk for long periods of time, to get up and down from a seated position and I'm experiencing an intense amount of pain at night when I have to turn over or get out of bed. All of this only serves to limit my activities and leaves me feeling restless and bored on the couch.

Greg has been very sweet and attentive, even though there's really not much he can do besides attempting to be sympathetic and trying not to get fed up with me when I ask him for the hundredth time when the baby is coming out.

We did manage to have a nice weekend, despite my general moodiness and discomfort, enjoying dinners with friends Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, taking slow walks, browsing Green City Farmers Market and even making it to the beach to lie in the sand for a while yesterday afternoon.

I think that everyone I know called me this weekend, even though I never once picked up. Seems that all my friends have decided that the baby should be here by now and were all calling to check in. I promise: I'll let you know when it's here! Even though I appreciated the phone calls I just haven't felt like talking to anyone. 

Today is a rainy Monday and I'm going to list about the house for a few hours probably, hopefully making a trip to Trader Joes later and hopefully getting some work done even though I just kind of want to go back to bed.



  • Carroll
    Posted June 1, 2009 at 10:35 am | Permalink

    “…list around the house…”
    Claire, by all means, go back to bed if you want to!
    In fact, absolutely GO BACK TO BED!!!!
    I don’t need to tell you how long it will be until you have that little luxury again. Just believe me that it would not be at all indulgent for you to cave in to that craving at the moment.
    One lesson I learned after two-weeks-late baby #1 was to flat-out lie from the get-go about my due date the second time around. It’s wonderful to have well-meaning family and friends. But, being reminded with every conversation that “No, in fact the frickin baby is *not* here yet. What, you think I’d forget to tell you??! Why, YES, I’m in a pissy mood about it — thanks for noticing 🙂
    If ever you had a good excuse for not picking up your phone, the desire to spare good friends your wrath and your woes is it. Anyone who’s been, or eventually gets to be where you are at the moment will understand.
    Sending soothing thoughts in your direction!

  • Posted June 1, 2009 at 2:34 pm | Permalink

    Ever eloquent, Claire! Thinking about you, and refraining from emailing for the exact reasons you aren’t answering calls. (Bu I DO check your online status here and elsewhere regularly.)

  • Posted June 2, 2009 at 1:32 am | Permalink

    Mmmm… beached whale syndrome.
    No bloke knows what you are going through and I cant guess how having your innards squeezed and totally rearranged can have a detremental effect on ones normally sweet and angelic nature, but I do have some idea what Greg thinks.
    “I’m totally useless at this point. Tits on a bull frog. At what point will oozing sympathy make her totally crack up. Gotta stand up and take it on the chin even though I know none of this is my fault. Oh wait just a moment…there might have been one tiny little thing. Try not to make her laugh, there just isnt room for those diaphram contractions. Mental note:- dont ask her is she slept well as you will get a look that will blister paint”.
    Well at least Greg wont get the curry I got for not providing suitable domestic conditions for pregnancy. Living in a rainforest in pioneering conditions. The pit loo was conveniently located about 150m from the house across a creek and up the hill. Every time my wife wanted to pee she had to get dressed including oilskins and gumboots as we lived in rainforest, find matches to light the kerosine lamp (no electricity), carefully totter across the narrow bridge over the creek to have the 9th pee for the night. This was when I learned after a blissful nights sleep, not to ask “did you sleep well dear”.
    Last lap now Claire

  • Posted June 2, 2009 at 1:41 am | Permalink

    Oh… so close! Don’t worry about complaining, you’ve got every right to. Crossing my fingers for you that it ends (or begins???) soon.

  • Carroll
    Posted June 2, 2009 at 11:35 am | Permalink

    Paul! That’s absolutely hilarious. Oh, your poor poor wife. Had it been I in that situation, I’m afraid I would have stopped at the conveniently-located gum boots and deposited the pee straight into the largest sized ones before rolling directly back to bed 🙂

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