Next week I’ll be 37 weeks pregnant which means (according to Google and my lady doctor) that I’ll be full-term. Please, someone, send this kid an eviction notice. He’s taking up all of the space in my insides and I look like a candied apple, just a giant round thing on top of two sticks. I no longer walk, instead, I lumber around the house with great effort, panting. I can’t put on my own shoes without nearly face-planting on my hardwood floor and I can visibly see entire body parts of my in-utero child stretching across my abdomen. In all of my life, I never thought I’d get to experience the beauty of my baby’s entire ass poking through my sweater while I order a tea at a nearby cafe.
None of my clothes fit and I don’t feel like myself. In an effort to feel like a person and not a giant incubator, I’ve taken to buying expensive shoes that my swollen feet barely fit into and putting on a solid caking of makeup every day. I’ve taken “getting ready,” to a whole new level and at this point, I’ve gone full-on JonBenet Ramsey and am practically frosting my face every morning with a palette knife. It’s the only thing I have control over and you can see the desperation a mile away, rubbed into my eyes and slathered onto my cheeks.
Needless to say, I’m ready to not be pregnant anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved feeling my baby move and experiencing this very new strength and vulnerability that I’m surprised by every day. But enough is enough. I’ve done nine months of this and I’m out of juice. However, that doesn’t mean I’m prepared for labor. I’m excited to meet my baby, for sure, but not thrilled for my vagina to expand like a swollen and abused anaconda unhinging its jaw to swallow an antelope (but in reverse). It’s not going to be pretty. And it’s going to hurt.
I haven’t decided how I want this baby to leave my body, via an unmedicated birth or a heavily medicated one, but I guess I still have a few weeks to decide. Until then, I’ll just be over here, heaving my giant body around, in clown makeup.
6 thoughts on “36 Weeks Pregnant: Please Send This Child an Eviction Notice (and tell me I’m pretty)”
Wow – how exciting…and exhausting! I can’t wait to hear your thoughts re: the birth and the first few days.
Hang in there, Misty – you got this!
Sending love from NYC,
Haha thanks Wynne! I need all the encouragement I can get. I’m sure I’ll have tons to say about the birth and having an infant in my house. Right now it feels very surreal.
Hahahahaha!! I absolutely LOVE your writing style! I do hope you have a quick and easy labour my dear! Take good care of yourself!! Xo
Wow, well you look beautiful in your photos! I hope the last few days of pregnancy pass quickly for you. And that the birth goes perfectly!
Thank you, Katherine!
The way i love you my friend and thank God that you & Fran decided to gift the world with a combination of such incredible souls. I cant wait to meet my human💖