11.08.2007

Still Pregnant + Devilish Toddler + Houseguests = I'm Just Going to Go Lay Down and Cry

Seriously. Is it not enough that I am 40 weeks pregnant and this little acrobat of mine is insisting on doing somersaults until she is absolutely forced to move head down and y’know, be birthed, keeping her mother in a constant state of second plan-ing, in case my water breaks somewhere stupid like, say, Loblaws, and I must call for an ambulance to haul my on-all-fours, waggling ass to a hospital (shudder) for cord presentation assessment?

Must I also add to the fray a 2 1/2 year old who is channeling the devil (or at least roadrunner) and seems to have gone deaf to my pleading voice for her to please, come back, come here, don’t run away, stay with the group, mummy can’t run after you, please put your shoes on, please put your pants on, please sit for two seconds so I can brush out your rat’s nest of a hairdo, ok, no snack/park/show/train store/special treat for you. (She could care less, by the way. Off she goes.)

How about if I mix in a little bit of visiting sister and niece, who I begged to come and be here for the birth, but right now are baring the brunt of my super-pregnant impatient control-freakyness, because they do things differently than I do, and right now that is simply too much for me to handle graciously. So Jen, my sister that I love and adore and rely on so much, just humour me, and put only beverages on the top shelf of the fridge, and clean up the kitchen as you go instead of leaving it until later, and just let me pack the groceries the way they are supposed to be I would prefer to pack them.

I promise, I promise, once this child finally, finally decides to vacate my body, I will go back to being my only-slightly-insane usual self. Except for on Day 3. Because those Day 3 vacating hormones will get a gal every time. Consider yourself warned.

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25 comments:

  1. And the thing that pisses me off is the NO ONE warned me about day 3. Not a damn soul. What is wrong with this world when we can be told 5,000 during pregnancy to avoid feta but NO ONE bothers to mention day 3?

    Hang in there. Start the breathing exercises now.

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  2. "that NO ONE" duh
    "5000 times" duh, duh

    I guess the day 3 thing still stings.

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  3. Come over for a cup of tea tomorrow and tell them to have the kitchen clean when you return!

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  4. Yeah, it seems to me it was after about 48 hours that I was hit with this tidal wave of hormones. it was like a fucking brick wall, and I was totally shocked by it, having always been pleased to not be a hormonal crazy person during times like PMS or pregnancy. SHOCKED, I tell you. Tell you what - just don't blog that day and publish, okay? Then we'll never know you weren't perfect all the way along!

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  5. Day 3 was a "normal" event? I'm just learning this now.

    I'll keep my fingers crossed for your water to break at the hospital, and soon.

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  6. oh sister...you are so so so almost there (in fact, maybe there already)

    wishing you all the peace and strength and humor imaginable.

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  7. Groceries should be packed a certain way.

    Hoping for the swift arrival of soon to be, we can hang out and be insane together.

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  8. Oh, K-girl... I feel your pain. I remember those final days...

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  9. Oh, day THREE. That day is AWFUL.
    So is those last few days of pregnancy, when I would become grimly convinced that I was actually carrying an elephant, not a baby and that I would be pregnant for at least another YEAR. But that never happened.

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  10. Oh, huge sympathy hugs to you! I'm still only at week 28 and this week have torn a strip of Beloved for doing the laundry "wrong" and torn a (thankfully mental and not in my outside voice) strip off the nanny for loading the dishwasher wrong and the weird way she cuts half a banana off the bunch and leaves the other half there.

    P.S. Huhn, I don't have any specific memories of Day Three... it was all one big hormonal nightmare!

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  11. Did I write this post? But gain three weeks and two days of pregnancy? And switch from boys to girls? AH!

    Hang in, Mama. Hang in.

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  12. I HATE other people packing my fridge. No matter how much I love them.

    And gee. I wonder where on earth Bee gets her defiance of authority from? hmmmmmmm. strange.....

    Thinking of you hon. xo Anne

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  13. Oh, honey...hang in there.

    xo

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  14. Oh, babe. I'm think good birthy thoughts for you. And I can't help but tell my clients about day 3 because I'm a nerd and I think it's so FUCKING cool...and to prepare them. Yup, that's right.

    Good luck. xo

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  15. I didn't find out until after my DAY 3 had long-since passed that it was actually NORMAL to loose your grip on day 3.

    Hope you get 'relief' soon...

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  16. Did I not tell that baby to get out? Sorry babe, I am thinking happy birth stories for you.

    Like Dani I have no specific recollection of day 3 and that is frightening me.

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  17. Oh...day 3...I remember that particular horror...ugh.

    Hang in there darling. We're cheering you on...from afar of course, cuz you're kinda scary when you're this pregnant.

    Smooches.

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  18. "rat’s nest of a hairdo" oh, do I know about that one. Crickey Moses!

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  19. a big shiver went through me when I read Day 3 - I think I may have been trying to suppress that one.

    I'm sending you all the good vibes I can conjure up girl (and damn - make them clean that place up - it's a very important nest dammit!).

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  20. Two and a half years later and I find out it was just the hormones which sent me into that snarling, crazed, beeotch?
    I'm guessing you have your little babe in your arms right about now....I hope. If not, I'm hoping even more that she comes out soon! Looking forward to 'meeting' her soon.

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  21. I didn't know anything about this day 3 thing. I don't have any specific memories, though, so that must be okay. Then again, day 2 was the worst for me because at the point, there was still no milk, and my VERY BIG BOYS were STARVING, and needed supplementing. At least the second time I knew what the problem was.

    So day 3 was more a relief from screaming children.

    Whatever. Thinking earthy home-birthy thoughts for you. Good luck!

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  22. Day 3...I remember it well. Wishing you both some peace, and some birthing soon!

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  23. Eat the danged stewed rhubarb already!

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  24. hang in there--this part seems endless, but no one was ever pregnant forever.

    i think.
    ;-p

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  25. oh, how i remember day 3. that's the day the porn star boobs showed up. and hurt like the devil.

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