34 Weeks and Counting

Here I am, 34 weeks pregnant. My belly has expanded to such a ginormousity that I’ve occasionally caught the guys at work alarmingly eye me as if I’m about to crouch down and  birth a baby right in front of their eyes. Relax, dudes...sudden labor and delivery usually only happens in the movies.

For the most part, I’ve been feeling OK. There’s always the typical pesky pregnancy side effects: permanent shooting pain down my lower back, 6+ visits to the toilet in the middle of the night, the insomnia, and the feeling that I’ve been impersonating Fudgy the Whale for the past few months. Overall though, I think I’ve enjoyed this pregnancy far more than my first one. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I now tangibly can see how 10 months of discomfort will result in another wonderful little thing like EB. Or it could be that we did not have the easiest time getting pregnant this time around, so I realize now how much of a gift it is to get this far along without a hitch.

Nevertheless, I’m getting bored and am anxious to enjoy a few of my favorite indulgences again. Like going for a long run on the weekends - although with the weather that we’ve had this summer, it would not have been possible anyway. Or that great glass of red wine with dinner and happy hours after work, the martini at work event at Sonny William’s. Or the sublime sushi platter paired with crisp, cool beer. The list goes on and on.

So I eagerly await Baby Stephen’s arrival. And while I don’t plan on creating a birth plan (I didn’t have one for EB, and I figured I’d just continue to go with the flow this time around), I do have a solid post-birth dining plan: a congratulatory toast with a glass of bold Rioja, a dinner of exotic rolls and sushi from Sushi Café and a breakfast of runny eggs on toast.

K, take note.