We are down to the final weeks and I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
I actually can’t.
I tell people that the baby will be here in 2 1/2 weeks, and then I have to go look at the calendar and count because that HAS to be wrong.
But it’s not! The baby’s family will be here from France in about a week and a half, and then we are all set to have the baby about a week after that.
I’m certainly not getting any smaller, so that’s not the issue.
But despite the ever-growing belly, I really feel pretty good overall. A lot better than I did at the end of my previous pregnancies, which I think is part of the trickery. It just seems like I should have so much further to go! My biggest battle right now is cramping. I’ve been getting lots of mid-back cramping, which is brand new to me. It makes sense, given all the belly weight pulling my back out of whack. It’s an awkward spot... for example, when my foot cramps, I stand on it and walk it off. When it’s my mid-back, I don’t have a dependable way to make it go away. Usually I try to stretch cramps the opposite way, but at this point the belly gets in the way of me doing that effectively. 😂 Instead I’m trying to be preventative, drinking as much water as I can and being careful in my movements.
My sister asked me last night if I’m ready to be done. I’m somewhere in the middle. On the one hand, I’m not! I love being pregnant. I love feeling the baby move... it’s like magic every time it happens and I never grow tired of it. I experienced my first true rib kick with this pregnancy, and I was even fascinated by that. Baby also gets the hiccups from time to time, which I think is so cool. There's a little person in there hiccuping!
On the other hand, I am really excited to see the baby with his dads and brothers. It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for, the reason I did this to begin with! Every time we talk, I can feel their excitement bubbling over. They love this little boy so much already. And because of me, he’ll be in their arms soon. Thinking of it that way makes me really excited for what the end of this pregnancy will bring.
For now, I’m spending the next two and a half weeks embracing the nesting instincts that are kicking in. Since I don’t have a nursery to prepare, I’m channeling the energy into two things... 1) Cleaning my house, and 2) Preparing for the next leg of this journey. There’s another leg, you may ask??
There sure is. My current plan is to attempt to exclusively pump breast milk, first to provide essential nutrition for this little surrobaby, and then once he goes home to France I hope to continue pumping for other babies in need. If it goes well (I nursed all three of my kids but I’ve never exclusively pumped before, so I have no idea what to expect as far as production) then I may be providing milk for another newborn surrobaby in Portland (the surrogate is not interested in pumping and the parents are hoping to provide breast milk), or I’ve also looked into the Preemie Milk Bank, which means I could be helping medically fragile premature babies across the country. I’ve been channeling a lot of time and energy into preparing for this next adventure, and at this point I think I’m as prepared as I can be from a knowledge and equipment standpoint. It will be a significant time commitment, but one that I think is worth it if I can swing it. I’ll just have to see how it goes!
I think that’s enough chatter for one day. 😊 I hope you’re all having a great summer, and that you’re enjoying lots of time with family and friends!