So the end of pregnancy is for the fuckin birds. I'm sure plenty of you out there know this. There's nothing to say but that you're sick of being pregnant. You're a little sick of the sweet smiles and knowing looks from strangers. You're just all over sick of it. You're spectacularly sick of the: when's your due date how far are you are you having a boy or a girl I bet you're sick of this what hospital are you going to, conversations. You miss when people used to ask about the soccer game you played or the book you're reading. You're sick of swollen handsfeetfaceneckanklesEVERYTHING. Oh and from the beginning of pregnancy until FRIDAY, I had NO stretch marks. Friday my entire lower abdomen erupted into one. giant. stretch mark. So all weekend, I thought, please let this be over soon. Every cramp I felt I welcomed and thought, "whatever work my body does now, it doesn't have to do during labor." Little did I know how much
I ski, teach, parent, write, read, swim, adventure. I get lost in my own mind, chewing on words and images. Sometimes something good comes out.
YAY FUCKERS! I get to be the first to trumpet my congrats on the new skibaby! IMPORTANT: DO NOT affix skis until AFTER baby is born.
ReplyDeleteAlso, little known secret: I am the father. All my nasty posts were potent enough to impregnate swedishskier. Internet conception.
YAY The Baby Kind!
TBK, MY GOD the paternity cases that'd chase you if the internet could make it so!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking Squirt's first ski will be as soon as shim can hold a head up. Don't worry, I'll start easy taking a cross country ski with shim in the sling. No cliff drops the first couple of years.
Congrats on your upcoming Squirt. Hope all goes well.
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