I am trying hard to commit to memory what this experience has been like for us. As I look through the last 50 entries, though, I realize how easy it is to lose those memories. I may have to rely on all of you to help me! I know that I will miss being pregnant. I am certainly not at the stage where I am desperate to not be pregnant as I know many other mom-to-be's get. I am feeling really good (even while I am looking forward to getting feeling back in my fingertips and toes) and ready to appreciate these last days and minute of this part of our life. I am looking forward to the future, but appreciate where we are now.
I also appreciate how kind people are to me in the time that I have been pregnant. Just last night we were picking up some groceries from Whole Foods. I made a quick stop in the restroom where there was a little bit of a line. Everyone was very insistent that I get into the front of the line -- I declined but did accept when they offered me the larger stall! This is not to say that I think everyone should let other people cut in line, but I appreciate that people will notice me and take consideration of me. They also all asked how far along I am, was this my first, and offered many congratulations and compliments for being so healthy and energetic in the last week of pregnancy. Let me say, this was just in the bathroom of Whole Foods. Generally speaking, people are nicer to me in all sorts of contexts and situations and willing to be thoughtful. I get smiles from all sorts of people. I wish that we could all have such tenderness to friends and strangers. I also hope that people will be willing to extend such kindness when I have a small infant.
I will also miss some (I said, some) of the ways in which my body has been changing with Sprout's changes. I am fascinated, especially this past week, to see him move his head and legs and arms even while I have no idea what he looks like. I am fascinated by the way my body has been getting ready to introduce him into this outside world from how I can see my veins expand across my abdomen like a light blue netting holding him to me or even the way my legs now resemble solid tree trunks to hold us up. There is just enough wonder in those sort of changes to let me be amused and not entirely frustrated that I can't touch my toes or get out of the bed without a one minute effort.
What did we do with our last baby free weekend? Not much. We stayed up late, we slept in, we watched movies and spent time together. This week, I have some last minute errands (baby and non-baby related), as well as some time booked to go to the Y and to use my Valentine's day gift at the spa. Tomorrow is my last prenatal visit with the midwives and my last visit (probably) with the chiropractor. The visits with the chiropractor haven't gotten Sprout to turn, but they have eliminated the round ligament pain that was keeping me sleepless a few weeks ago. That is definitely worth the visits. I'm expecting more information about Friday at the midwife appointment and hope there are no last miscommunications with Midwife Mary Jane. Until that next update, here are some photos of other things Sprout owns. One is of his Maclaren stroller (that will take him from infancy to 40 pounds) and the rug that coordinates with all the other jungle animals in his nursery.
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