|me and my maid/mom of honor|
Did you read this article from New York Magazine about mother-daughter-best-friend relationships? I always call my mom my "best friend", because she is. I even asked her to be my maid of honor at my wedding, but I can assure you we weren't ordering cocktails together when I was in high school.
I've got all sorts of things lined up for the week, from my pen pal project with my mom, a Mother's Day gift roundup, and even a mom-related confessional of sorts, but for today, I'm sharing an update on my momhood-in-progress. This week I hit the 30 week mark, which means I'm 75% of the way through my biggest DIY project of the moment - growing a baby.
Here are a few updates:
1. Yesterday I counted. From the time I woke up until I crawled into bed, I peed exactly 37 times.
2. I haven't bought a single thing for the baby.
3. We are not finding out the baby's gender, which was also what we did with the duckling. It worked for us and was great fun. The upside is that we have all gender neutral stuff for the first few months. Obviously once the duckling was known to be a boy, his wardrobe grew to include "boy" stuff, but everything from the shower and pre-birth is either yellow, green or white. So even if this sucker is a girl, she'll be wearing her big brother's clothes until my mom smothers her in pink ruffles and smocked apron dresses for the rest of her life.
My husband thinks this is a girl. I have no instinct one way or the other. I guess I think of it as a boy, only because that's what I know, but the door isn't closed on girl. The odds, however, are in the favor of our household gender count being three boys to one girl, given that my husband is the youngest of three boys, his middle brother has three boys, we have a boy, and there's but one lone girl, also the oldest grandchild, on my husband's side. I'm more than okay with whatever we get. For me, this is one question to which there is no wrong answer.
4. I have totally slacked on my hypnobirthing home study after not being able to find the accompanying workbook. I have been listening to the non-hypnosis "daily affirmations" but just didn't get around to the actual program until last night. It takes five weeks, so assuming I go to or past my due date, I'm in the clear.
5. Here's a list of things I experienced with the duckling that haven't occurred (at least not yet):
- waking up in the middle of the night to drink orange juice
- blind, hormonal rage (with one exception that involved a guy in Times Square trying to sell tickets to a comedy show, a story that's frankly just too embarrassing to relive on the interweb)
- a two week bender of bone marrow consumption
Things that happened last time that will probably come on in the remaining weeks:
- that weird line that appears vertically down your belly
- having trouble flipping over in bed
- not being able to put on my socks
- waddling (right now I only half-waddle when I really have to pee. See Number 1.)
Things that are the same:
- crying uncontrollably at every movie ever, especially ones with dead moms or baby animals in them. Note to self, don't watch movies with dead moms or baby animals in them. I'm looking at you, We Bought A Zoo. I also remember watching Away We Go when I was home and 5 days overdue, and crying for 45 minutes after the movie had ended for no reason whatsoever, it's not even a sad movie.
- crying uncontrollably at commercials involving Mother's Day greeting cards, giving a baby a bath or the first day of someone's retirement
- crying uncontrollably at Facebook posts about raising money for cancer, putting a dog to sleep, finishing a marathon or prayer requests for sick babies
- my belly button has disappeared
- I've grown extra wispy hair along my forehead hairline
- the dreaded foot swelling (which I was surprised to learn doesn't just magically disappear after you deliver. It took a good number of weeks for it to subside post-duckling, and I can only imagine with a summer delivery it will be even worse this time around)
6. The duckling has little knowledge of exactly how his world is going to be rocked. He talks to, kisses and hugs the baby in my belly, but he has also on more than one occasion lifted his shirt to show us the baby in his belly and the baby in Daddy's belly. Time to lay off the ice cream, dudes. That said, this morning he spent five minutes "telling" the baby how he was going to take him outside and show him fire trucks. I've also been starting to talk more about being a big brother and how cool being a big brother is. Because he's very into talking about his "friends", we've been including the baby in his list of "friends" that he often names. I really hope this proves to be true.
What else do you want to know? Were your pregnancies different?