Well hello nearly defunct blog. It's been a while.
Mostly it's been a while because every time I sit down and write I end up complaining about something. And really, my life is quite cushy and I have no reasons to complain, so therein lies the conundrum of personal blogging.
Objectively, I look at the past few weeks and things have been pretty awesome:
Maybe Baby is almost here.
Maybe Baby is healthy.
We're getting a brand new bathroom and fixing other issues in our house that have long been on our list.
I'll admit, we're pretty spoiled.
But then there are the little things like our renovations dragging out a week later than expected because of the awful March ice storms we've had, and the cabinetry orders getting messed up and costing us more time and money.
And the bigger things, like this baby being stubbornly transverse. I had no idea that was even a thing until the ultrasound tech told us that baby girl is laying with her head on my left, her bum on my right, and her feet dangling down and around "like a little doughnut." Her positioning makes things fairly uncomfortable for me (my ribs feel like a hot poker is being pushed up against them at all times..hooray!), but mostly what it means is an automatic c-section.
We're crossing our fingers that she'll surprise us and flip into position, but we've scheduled a date just in case she is just as stubborn as I am. It was surreal to schedule with the hospital the exact date and time for baby's arrival (April 15th at 12:45 p.m. in case you're wondering - Best tax day ever!).
I know it's ridiculous to complain about not getting the birth experience I was hoping for when the baby is healthy and c-sections are so safe, but it's been a hard mental/emotional adjustment to make. I think what's been hardest is that the entire pregnancy process has been so, for lack of a better word, medicalized.
A doctor created the baby in a petri dish. A doctor put the baby in me. A doctor is going to cut the baby out of me.
Some good friends of ours used to joke that they were working on a new invention called the "Incu-baby" that would gestate a baby for you so that you didn't have to be pregnant. A sort of gestational carrier that you could set up in your living room and dump feed into every once in a while like a fish tank. Well, I've been joking with them lately that the Incubaby (TM) already exists. It's me! Put an embryo in. Feed it anti-nausea pills and the occasional milkshake. Take the baby out when it's ready. Voila!
All joking aside, I've been surprised at how difficult it has been emotionally. To feel like a gestational carrier instead of a mother. I'm sure that'll change the moment the baby makes her debut, but man, am I ready to have that day come.
I vow to get my writing mojo back soon so that I can share all about the fabulous baby shower that my friends put on for us last weekend, and the finished product bathroom (if it ever gets to that point), but until then, this is the Incubaby (TM) signing off. I need a nap. And maybe a milkshake.