I remember before I was pregnant (vaguely) that I would pridefully (& ignorantly) say to myself, "I will not let my life be consumed by pregnancy or a kid...I'm sure other people don't want to hear (or read) about MY baby." Oh, Jeanette from 8 months ago, how naive and ignorant you were. Because, now, I don't care. I love him and it is my assumption that everyone else loves him, too. Even though he's not here yet, he consumes my thoughts. So, sorry, but here is yet another entry about my pregnancy and my anticipation of his arrival. Deal with it...(all 3 of you readers).
So, I'm officially in my 3rd trimester. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday (where a friend of mine and I just missed each other). My sugar test came back great! Which is shocking, seeing as my diet consists of candy and cereal (candy cane, candy corn...). I have a 3-D ultrasound scheduled for Dec. 22 to see if I will need a C-section or not. We're 2/3 of the way there...which brings me to my next train of thought.
Oh my word! We are almost there! I don't have anything! I'm so nervous about this. I know that I'm over exaggerating (I know, crazy...me over exaggerate). We have a crib, some clothes, and a diaper bag. I know everything will fall into place...but I'm just anxious about everything.
Something that I am far more anxious about is the fact that I will be in charge of a little human. I'm not worried about Ben...he's so together and calm about things. I, on the other hand, flip out when I haven't felt him move in a half hour span. But, oh my word. How will I know what to do with him? What if he doesn't like me? What if I don't feed or change him when I'm supposed to? What if? What if? What if? I know somewhere, a mother is rolling her eyes.
Okay, freak out...done (for the next 20 minutes).
On a slightly grosser note, my 1st trimester gas is back with a vengeance. I feel so sorry for Ben and my students and the general public. Yikes!