I'm still pregnant. In case you wondered. 39 weeks, 1 1/2 days, to be precise. Also known as "very pregnant". Sometimes people feel the need to reassure me that it's not abnormal to go past your due date, especially with your first child.
On average, 10 days over.
I want to cut those people.
There is good in this, and I strive to see it. My baby is safe and healthy, getting pudgy and, as some unthinking (obviously male) editor of Babycenter.com reminded me yesterday, approximately the size of a small watermelon. REALLY? Watermelon? That's the fruit/vegetable that you felt it was appropriate to compare this bambino to?
As I was trying so very hard to say, I'm doing what I can to enjoy this time. The fact that my life doesn't revolve around 2-hour feedings, the fact that I can go back to sleep in the morning after Mr. Fireman goes to work. The general quiet and ability to go grab icecream and a movie on the spur of the moment. I know these things will change, and I'm pretty sure they will be missed. So I'm trying to savor these final days of Him & I, of "just us" even though this babe has been a spector in our lives wor, well, about 39 weeks and 1 1/2 days.
But the hardest part, especially with a first baby, I think, is knowing what you'll miss. I'm sure there's things I'm doing without any fanfare that are actually lasts that should be savored. Did I just make my last cinnamon rolls without interruption? Did Duke & I just take our last walk up and down our hill? Feel those tiny feet Ninji-chop my ribs for the last time? I love to celebrate, and I'd like to appreciate what I have going on here, but there's much I don't know.
So what will I miss? What should I savor? What are some lasts that could get overlooked, but should not?