At 36 weeks and counting, I’m fully at the feeling-sorry-for-yourself stage of pregnancy. I’m up an average of 8 times a night to pee, I need a solid push in the rear to stand up from the couch, and I only vaguely remember what my toes look like. And to add insult to injury I’m back (part-time) on-air at NBC and started just about 2 months ago, which means I’m on TV every day just as I’m reaching my most rotund. Fabulous.
When I’m not at NBC, I spend much of my life on my hands and knees pretending to be a fire truck. Or a fledgling entrepreneur trying to start a professional development training business. At this point, I’m not sure which role is more far-fetched.
Still, with all of this woe-is-me I have going on I can’t complain nearly as much as our new little guy Cal should. He’s been around for more than 8 months now and has gotten little more than one minor shout-out on a blog that theoretically is at least half about his journey into this side of the womb.
As a second-born child myself, I feel his pain. As an 8 ½ month pregnant working mom with a 14-month-old to chase after and an ever-growing to-do list that in spite of my best efforts keeps on growing right out the old wazoo, I find myself thinking, “eh… he’ll get over it” quite a lot. Now if only I could teach that trick to my (otherwise glorious) husband who’s constantly breathing down my neck to “post something on thepreggopage, will you?! It’s been forever since you wrote something and you said you would post every week!”
I did?!
But sadly yes, I know I did. Classic over-promise on my part. And that, my friends is why I’m an idiot. And, why I never feel caught up. On anything.
What I do feel, however, is pregnant. And puffy. And ready to get this show on the road. And I’m sure those of you who have been in my shoes are feeling me on this one. I know 36 weeks is nothing for those of you who (gasp) actually went past your due date, but we all know that the last few weeks of preggoness absolutely blow regardless of when you actually deliver.
So Cal, if you’re listening bud, in spite of our less than stellar showing of attention to you here, I (we) really are wildly and insanely crazy about you already and can’t wait for you to get here. So ummmm… get here already, will ya?!
