Posted on | March 5, 2013 | 2 Comments
You could caption this photo one of two ways: “Feel free to exit as quickly as possible” or “This is so boring and forever-taking!” (If you watch Archer you should get the reference to the second caption, if not you should start.)
Anyhoo, I’m so over being pregnant. But I’m not.
I know I didn’t whine until I was 35 weeks in with Sophia but I’ve got a leg up on it this time. I’m frustrated more than anything. I’m feeling large and slow and sore. I’m tired of waking up because I’m not comfortable in a position and rolling over takes a hell of a lot of effort. My body is telling me to slow down but my brain wants me to go, go, go like nothing has changed. I can’t wait for all the annoying pregnancy chatter to stop. You can only answer “How are you feeling?” or pretend “You look bigger today” is a compliment so many times in a nine month span before you want to choke someone out.
I’m not ready to wish away these remaining seven weeks though. I still have so much I want to do to prepare for this kid. Freezer meals, finishing touches on his room, stock his wardrobe, getting all the incidentals I’ll need, and spending some quality time with Sophia are all on my “must do” list. (See what I mean about my brain not knowing how to calm down?)
There is one thing I’m completely over: work. With Tim on ADOS orders for the forseeable future I’m now in charge of all things Sophia from dawn until dusk. And damn it’s difficult enough to make myself look presentable five days a week, add in a toddler wrestling match every morning and hauling her over to the sitter and I’m spent before I’ve even sat down at my desk. I’m over all the “You’re getting so big!” comments coming from the nineteen year olds at the office and the awkwardness from the single childless guys who just don’t know what to say to a pregnant woman. (Apparently we’re a whole separate species they don’t know how to communicate with.) I’m also over training my replacement. She’s a nice woman, a smart woman but lacking in some basic computer knowledge which is making it rather difficult to work with the paperless system I’ve created. We haven’t been given nearly enough time to train together on the multitude of scenarios she is likely to come across in my absence and I can already predict the badmouthing of me that it going to come from other areas of the company once I’m on leave and she runs into issues.
I know a lot of women liken this time of pregnancy as the “wall” very similar to when running a marathon but damnit! I don’t run marathons for a reason!!