Friday, February 22, 2008

Now I get it...

Now I get it. I totally get it. I know what it means to say you "feel as big as a house" and you're tired of pregnancy and when will this baby EVER come out of me??? I know what women mean when they say that your legs are swollen and your fingers look like sausages! I know what the sleepless nights and the backaches and the cravings for chocolate ice cream EVERY DAY that you are trying to avoid because you don't want to deliver a 10lb baby is like. I know how scary it is to think about the fact that even though you are whining about this baby being in you the thought that eventually it HAS to come out of you and you have NO choice in the matter is so much more disturbing! I know what it feels like to wonder if you need a seatbelt extender on the airplane and to be told to put your seatbelt in the car "under your belly" when you are wearing a thick wool jacket and there really is no way to find "under your belly" let alone get the belt under there. I now know that going to the bathroom 3 times a night is not something that only crazy people do and waking up with an ache somewhere new is almost a game that you can play at this point. I know what it's like to feel like an old lady because by the time you reach the top of your stairs you are totally winded and just want to sit down but then when you go to sit down you realize you really aren't comfortable there so you go to lay in your bed at 6:00 in the evening! I know what it feels like to not be able to tie your shoes and not be able to see your toes.

And yet somehow when I go to bed at night I still sit and wait to feel the baby move even though I have felt her do it a hundred times before. And I find myself singing songs and rocking in the glider in the baby's room just because. And I even start to cry at those sappy songs on the radio and picture Troy dancing with her when she's 3 or something silly like that. I even start to get sad that the baby is growing too fast already when I look at clothes that won't fit her anymore next year. I don't even know this little person in my belly and yet I love her so much. Now I get it. I totally get it.