It's been a while coming. Nearly thirty-nine weeks in fact. She's done well, but now she's just about done. It's just too much. Too much weight. Too much volume. Too much circumference. The bump is finally defeating my wife. Wobbling around like some 50s b-movie monster attached to the front of her, the bump has begun to take its toll.
I've been amazed through this whole nine month process that there hasn't been more in the way of aches and pains. The books all say a woman should expect to start hurting far earlier than one week prior to the due date, and I'm sure most do. Mrs L has been toughing it out though, that or extremely lucky.
But not any more.
Every movement is accompanied with a breathless sigh. A trip to the shops is akin to a major expedition to some hitherto undiscovered corner of the globe. Even resting is no longer a rest, rendered unpleasant by the sheer size of that baby oven.
No combination of pillows, cushions, duvets and assorted other ephemera yields the comfort my wife so desperately craves. Her anatomy is at the mercy of the baby, stomach squished up inside her so that she's never hungry, her hips, knees and ankles working under conditions that have their union rep threatening strike action, her feet swelling into caricatures of their normal selves.
Yet through all of this, there is hardly anything by way of complaint (there's certainly a lot less whinging than would be happening if I was carrying all that around). Not once have the words "I just want this baby out of me" passed her lips.
She's bloody amazing, and I, in turn, am bloody amazed.
Bless her heart, it's so bloody hard at this point. I was fine until my due date came and went. 5 days later I was sobbing at the consultant, "I just want my body back now!"
ReplyDeleteI think we're both hoping for a punctual baby. If he takes after his parents he will be, fingers crossed!
DeleteShe has done well, I wanted H out as soon as I hit fill term. Well earlier if I'm honest but I knew obviously that he could end up poorly so I didn't really.
ReplyDeleteAha, you have a name now! :-)
DeleteI think she'll be pretty stroppy as soon as he's late!
That is impressive. Amazingly so.
ReplyDeleteNow. Imagine a rollercoaster. A really, really big one. What you're on at the moment is that long, slow, winch up to the top of that first, massive, scary drop. And the weird thing is I wish I was there again. 11 years and 5 kids down the line, the rollercoaster hasn't stopped yet.
Just like awaiting the birth of a child, that comment has made me happy and nervous at the same time. Thanks!
DeleteKnow how she feels, bless her hope the baby comes soon. By the sounds of it she's had great support too, lots of love coming to you both.xxx
ReplyDeleteThanks, I try my best!
DeleteAh Jeezus, I remember it only too well. Kudos to your missus for not whinging, I was an utter cowbag to everyone. Tell her all she has to do is to cough/sneeze and the baby will fall out, promise *runs away laughing* *runs back and gives you a hug*
ReplyDeleteHmm, interesting. She doesn't sneeze often, maybe that's worth a try...
DeleteIt's lovely you're so appreciative of her. I remember getting to that awfully uncomfortable stage. I was doing OK until after my due date, then try as I might, it started to get on my nerves. I went 13 days over. Oh.. that was so hard. Not as hard as having a child though....
ReplyDelete13 days! Hope Mrs L hasn't seen that, I don't think she'd be too impressed with that much of a wait!
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