39 + 2

39 weeks (and two days) pregnant

I have a confession to make.
I have never understood many other pregnant women. Or previously pregnant women.

The ones who come up in the street just to tell me that I'm amazing for 'still' walking everywhere, for 'glowing', for beaming with pride as a waddle-strut with my giant bump in front of me.

The people who say they feel sorry for me in the final weeks. That they'll pray I can 'get it over with' soon. 'You must be miserable'
'I feel so sorry for you'
'Still pregnant? God love you!'

I am a woman who adores pregnancy. It's a fecking miracle. I am growing a whole other human being. We don't know it yet, but they'll already have Daddy's big feet, or my unfortunate ears. They might be stubborn or adventurous, a whizz with numbers or a great listener. That whole person is inside me, right now, getting ready to make their debut.

I am a refuge, a source of life. I get kicked and cuddled from the inside. I  get scolded for choosing an uncomfortable seat with kicks to my ribs. I am so bloody fortunate, and so bloody happy.

People wishing it were over for me already? Weirdos!

Although, I may possibly have been overdoing it a little. Today my body would like me to take a break. And it has pulled out a secret weapon in order to ensure I do so...

Hormones...

Reasons I have cried today:

- My husband hugged me

- Little One peed on my last pair of comfy jeans

- I can't fit my left foot in my flip-flops

- Little Man was walking out the door to go to a birthday party

- I forgot to bring the spade to the playground

- Little Lady remembered to bring the spade to the playground

- I'd really like to go for a run

- I'd really like to go to bed

- When I told Little Lady that I had a headache she whispered that she hopes Baby doesn't have a 'headick' too

- I was trying to tell my husband about all the weird crying

- I lost my temper

- My husband hugged me loads more

- My husband was right and having a shower made me feel better


So, I'm currently lying down. Waiting for the storm to pass.

Ladies of the world, I understand. This isn't a plea for your sympathy, more a request for your forgiveness. I honestly had no idea. You deserve a damn medal. And while I hope that tomorrow I will be back to my sickeningly joyful self, I will remember today, and I will not think you weird for having been through it too.