Like I told the hubby, I have become so stressed out lately. After my last prenatal check-up last Thursday, childbirth and motherhood became SO real. The last couple of months, I’ve sort of just been cruising along on a cloud of half-acceptance and half-denial of things to come. I mean, I’ve been alternately ranting and raving about being pregnant on this blog ad nauseam but a part of me was able to stay unaffected by all of it. Until my last visit to my OB. As I mentioned before, our baby is pretty big. The last ultrasound showed he was at least 2 weeks bigger than his actual age. Anyway, my doc said if he keeps growing at this rate, I might have a tough (read: EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL!) time in delivering him. Not what I wanted to hear, tsk, tsk. So she started discussing childbirth options with me (thank the good Lord she didn’t mention anything about a C-section!) like maybe inducing labor once I reach 38 weeks. I’ve also been ordered to cut down on my carbs, stop taking my OB vitamins except for my iron & folic, stop drinking Anmum and to do more exercise.
No sweat except for the carbs part -- I love my rice, my breads (is there anything nicer than the aroma of freshly baked bread?) plus I’ve been on a pizza binge lately. And the “more” exercise edict isn’t easy either because now that I’m on my 8th month, I just feel sooooo darned heavy. I can’t even walk anymore… I waddle. Like a duck. My hips and lower back hurt and I feel like I have a melon between my legs since my baby’s already started to descend to my pelvis. But I managed to do 6 rounds of brisk walking, errr… waddling… on the oval yesterday at our local sports complex. Not bad, I guess.
But what gets me most is that I’ve started becoming paranoid about my baby’s well-being. Maybe it sounds irrational but I really fret about whether he’s going to have 10 fingers and 10 toes, that he won’t have any congenital defects or anomalies… SIGH. I guess this is what they’ve said about once you become a parent, you do nothing but worry about your child for the rest of your life… no matter how absurd it may seem sometimes.
Bear with me, people. This litany will end soon. :)